There is no denying how much I love street photography. I could walk miles on end, at my own snail pace, keeping my eyes and ears peeled for interesting things and people to shoot. Absorbing my surrounding. Being at the moment. And that’s the reason I do this best when I am traveling solo. It just fits my hermit personality, sometimes have been misconstrued as arrogance; which is unfortunate because it’s quite a far cry from the truth. I am just too comfortable in my own skin, that’s all.
This explained when I was in Vegas last February, I stayed away from most of the WPPI parties and opted to walk the Vegas strip on my own or with the 2 new-found photog friends, Conrad and Tanya.
Anyway, I’ve digressed. This post is one of my favorite thus far. Meet Cheddar, the Vegas Cat. I fell in love with him at first sight. I literally stopped at my track in disbelieve. I mean look at him! Too adorable for words! I approached the owner and talked to her a little bit to get permission to shoot and to get their story. Cheddar got him name because of his orangey color. He is 1.5 years old and they make their appearances around the south strip 2-3 times a week. His attire is specially made so that he can sit straight the way he did, and he gets out of it sporadically. A lot of people who walked on the bridge that night stopped for a double take as I did, amazed at how quiet and straight Cheddar sits. Many asked if he wasn’t a toy instead.
The love and adoration she has for Cheddar and him for her is mutual. On that chilly February night, the sight of them both warmed me up nicely.