15th Annual Smithsonian.com Photo Contest
His name was Cheif
Taking a day away from shooting the city. I boarded a Local Transit Line Bus (as I do so much). This day I headed West toward the Coast. as I walked along the edge of the rocked cliffs I met an Native American man and he let me shoot him once or twice. All the while he kept telling me he was from a Tribe of Indians back East. The names of the tribes changed so much I couldn't tell if he was really from a tribe or what, But one thing was clear. He was a chief.
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