He screamed all types of obscenities at me as he worked forward filled with rage. I violated his space…his moment…his day with my camera and curious eye. I was actually more interested in the entire scene. Alley way. Disabled panhandler. Random stranger walking. The grit of street life. A typical day in downtown Denver. I was never afraid. I always keep it moving. I steal moments of life without regret. It’s my moment too. Sometimes I want to freeze it and let it linger in limbo as a captured image. He is still angry at me. We’re not going to talk this one through. There is no hope. Only confrontation and rage.