Walking through Winter Park, Pierre was sitting on a bench on park Ave. He was on the cell phone. Suddenly he laughed, exposing gold teeth – all of them that I could see. I had to get a shot, so I waited about 50 feet away. Of course, he seemed to stay on the phone forever, so I looked for a spot with good light and a decent background. Holy smokes, about 20 feet away was the perfect sign!
