The problem with "street-shooting" in my neck of the woods is that I often have to wait weeks for something to happen. Here, people don't camp with their dogs on the curb, there are no kiosks to lend color. We don't have cars scurrying about, or workmen unloading vans. Hardly anything to take pictures of out here on the streets of my neighborhood, except the occasional Boy Scout Troop marching through the woods. This unfortunate situation keeps me from really shooting candids. My subjects spotted the street photog from a hundred feet away, and even heard the whisper of my Leica shutter over the fresh spring breeze.