Wing and I head into Fremantle just about every Friday. Him, for his photo project (one photo a week of the same restaurant to see how things change over the seasons), and me for some night time street photography.
I don’t feel so bad about something now, because it’s not only me he will walk in front of, or into the frame, screwing up a photo. He did it to some tourists last night, and they were not happy. I apologized to them, and explained that he has photo-bombed or blocked so many photos by not paying attention those around him, and it’s an ongoing problem. He gets idea of photo, and loses all spatial awareness.