Wednesday afternoon was a cool, crisp, quintessential fall day. The sun was high in the sky just past noon, poking through the leaves on the trees casting perfect shadows on the ground. Taking advantage of the light, I went out to shoot some photos on a busy block distinguished by a local favorite coffee shop.

Behind the coffee shop sat a number of men who looked to be in their mid-forties or fifties. The men told me that they often sit there, not talking “about anything real – just the weather, sports, and girls.” I laughed casually and asked if I could take their picture, a true representation of life on that block.

As I walked away, a tall man wearing a cowboy hat came up to me and extended the conversation a little longer.  He continued, “I think that church over there would make a nice photo subject. I, myself…