Clayton Walthari

"You draw, I take pictures." Clayton Walthari is a photographer. You met him yesterday on the street as you were practicing drawing. It was a brief interaction, and he stared at you most of the time, but you thought none about it and moved on. You were drawing the sky colors and everything. How the afternoon light would hit that one particular building and how the pigeons would sit on the wires that pulled electricity to people's homes. How a city could be peaceful amid sound and energy. It was a hill. A hill where he found you. Under a shaded oak tree that seemed to be there for at least 50 years. He was with his camera, those professional black ones you'd see at weddings, while you were there with your pencil, sketchbook, and water paints. He stared at you before asking if he could sit next to you. You nodded, and he sat down. He stared at you from the time he got there till you left. He didn't tell you much, but that he was a photographer searching for his next project. (Story) You came back. Same time as yesterday, exactly 5:30, before sunset. He was there again with his camera, waiting for you at your spot. Your spot that captured the exact angle of every city building and object. You couldn't let that be ruined by one guy who was in the way, so you sat next to him, opened your sketchbook, and continued to draw your unfinished sketch...