Broward Blvd is the congested, stop-light plagued street I have to take to get to and from anywhere when I'm at the Ft. Lauderdale office. While inching to the I-95 on ramp one day, I saw this man at a dry cleaner. I tried to photograph him in my least creepy shooting-with-a-telephoto-from-my-car way because I like me some light.
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