Isaac Miller was probably the first person to come to mind when beginning this project. Everything he does, he does to be different. He flat out told me he didn’t want to be like anyone else so he wanted to set himself apart. He loves to carve, sing, and animate. He said he had originally gotten a beard card because his face was sensitive when we both really know that he grew it out because only he could and no one else!
Luke Salisbury is one of the most unique people I have ever met. How did we meet, you might ask? I was sitting on the couch in my living room at 1 in the morning chatting with my roommate when to our surprise a manikin head with a major need for a hair consult creeped into our big window hovering on the end of a broom stick.
Ironically, he wanted to “creep” on people with me for this very photo project, and I decided to let him come with me. I turned my head for one moment and he was down the sidewalk talking to someone he did not know and for no apparent reason. I don’t think I have ever met anyone as spontaneous.
My dear friend, Adoni Vega, from Quataro, Mexico, is one of the closest that I have. As his friend, I have come to learn of his rich life experiences and trials that he has faced. I truly admire him for his kindness in thinking of others above himself and believe his fulture, as rough as his past was, to be very bright. Besides the fact that he cannot say the word yogurt correctly, he truly makes me laugh and happy to be around him. I had discovered one evening that he had never seen a shooting star in his life and hoped to see one before he died. I wanted to help him with this bucket list, so on a whim I took him to the canyon away from the city to see what most don’t see every night. We waited and waited and in almost perfect silence. I don’t know if I have ever enjoyed perfect silence with someone as much as I did with my dear friend that night. But that silence was quickly broken by Adoni’s frantic yell, “I SAW ONE!!!! I SAW ONE!!!!” I don’t know how many times he yelled it, even after he got out of his car and slipped on the ice onto his back. He told me he was so happy he wanted to run down the street!
Upon first glancing at his name, one like anyone else would have a difficult time pronouncing it. Because most had difficulty when he first came to America, he randomly (upon an encounter) decided to go by Brian. I asked him, why that name of all names. It terns out that was the first American name that came to his mind and stuck with it. Somehow, I came to find that he actually really hates that name!
Brother Cowan, from California, came to teach BYU religion because of his love for the gospel. This man has got to be one of the kindest and humblest of people I have ever met. He had told me that he was not completely blind when he was younger, but as he grew older his vision got progressively worse. He said that at least it can’t get any worse than zero!
Though he is quite soft spoken, he has quite a sense of humor. In my Doctrines and Covenants class, he was speaking of matter in terms of body and spirit. Of this he said, “Mortal bodies can’t walk through walls. Believe me I’ve tried. I’ve dinged my head a few times.” This is quite ironic considering he is blind.
This first rough looking fellow, I caught outside of a bar in downtown Provo, yes 10 minutes away from BYU. He was on a smoke break, and I could not help but notice him. He wasn’t the talkative type, so I did not talk with him much. For me, the mustache said it all! As for the tourist, he, along with a pack of tourists were visiting downtown Provo, of all the places in the world! I was kind of scared to talk to him, so I kind of took this picture and ran! 
