I knew early on that my only outing today was going to be a trip to the hospital, where my job was to look after Leah, while baby Carter had a weigh-in & once over.  So, I told Leah we were going to 1) ride the elevator, 2) have a snickety snack, and 3) take a picture.  We hit all three targets, and unexpected bonus:  still had time to watch people get on and off two different buses.

When I saw this doctor in his scrubs, with the blue umbrellas outside the window,  and his improbably tiny Starbucks cup, I knew he was the one.

I approached him, saying that he’d caught my eye, and asked if I could take his picture. He smiled and said “I totally get it.  I’m a photographer, too.”

Can you feel how much fun I’m having?

Whatever it is for you, that’s like practicing photography is for me, I hope you GO FOR IT.

I’m sorry that I didn’t get his name.  I had to chase down my assistant, who was leaving to feed the stuffed animals in front of the gift shop.

I did get his smile: