Waiting for the gate at SEA, sipping my pumpkin spiced soy latte, I hear "Shelly, Look." What I see was, well, priceless. He's grooving to the music on his ipod, eyes closed loving life, with his backpack on. His R2D2 backpack. Arms covered in tattoos, oversized black t-shirt & baggy plaid shorts. He is in his element waiting for the plane. I had to be nudged...ok, practically pushed, to go up to him before they called his boarding group. He was a little surprised that i told him I'd love to photograph him. Smiled and said his name was Ernesto. I asked him to hold up his backpack, and asked him how long he had it & did he have any more? "Yeah! I've had this for three years! I also have C3PO, Darth Vader, Chubacca..." Just then they called his row and we smiled and walked to the boarding door. This project is unfolding in ways that I didn't really expect at first. This contact with "others" is making me feel less like an Other and more like One.