Meet Al. I met him at a bicycle manufacturing company and immediately wanted to take his picture. He worked odd jobs at the company, which borders a junk yard and train tracks in North Philly. Unfortunately for me, he wouldn't let me take a photo since he was convinced that the CIA was spying on him. He felt uncomfortable. He carried a small dig. camera and constantly took pictures of helicopters. Every so often I would visit the bike shop and talk to him. I convinced him I wasn't in the CIA.