We wandered into a salvage yard in Steveston today looking for things to photograph. This man, who obviously worked there for many years, knew his stuff. He was an expert on rust and dirt and all sorts of grimy things. He didn't understand why photographers would want to photograph it. I have never asked someone if I could take their photo...a stranger that is. I felt compelled to ask. He had no idea why, but complied. I think I will bring him a copy of these. I liked him. We didn't ask his name. I think I will call him Rusty.