General

There were days Leon would return from his long photographic expeditions, wet with heaven sent rain. He'd be wearing the greatest smile a person ever wore, radiating with that joy inner passions bring. Then after some chatter he'd be enveloped by his processing room, taking all the time he needed to bring out every detail to its finest glow, until he emerged triumphant, the man and the camera, a master and his lens.

General

The man isn't much bigger than the average fourteen year old, but there is no doubting his years. He's all muscle on that small frame. He has that biracial look, lighter skinned but with African features. His clothes are casual, but so impeccable they appear new. There's a coordination to his outfit that surprises me, but then I spy the bag over his shoulder- a camera, large and expensive. So he is a photographer. Interesting.