This year, most of my work has taken me back and forth to New York City. I must say that it's one of my favorite places to photograph, yet the hardest.
During this particular trip, we went to several beads and bobbles stores in the midtown area. This one welcomed us with a very strong scent of pine and bleach. As we meandered through the feathers, beads, and buttons to the back of the overcrowded store, I saw a young man mopping. He flashed a little smile at me and continued with his work. I wondered about him and what his story could be. In the back of my mind I felt like this photo could be worked into with my DACAmented series. I snapped a photo, but after a few minutes, left empty handed. I still think about what his story could have been from time to time.