Bad places to step-dance, Vol. 1.

He pushed it overboard, but he just couldn't let it go.

Me and my auger friend.

Go Saints. #whodat.

Who was it who observed -- "Tragedy is when it happens to you. Comedy is when it happens to someone with a circle for a head" ?

The very latest in Stick Figure Rescue technology. It is, as you might imagine, a thriving field.

The wheel came at him with everything it had.

Chiropracty by backhoe.

The car ran them all down.

Ok, sure, I'm stuck in the salt hopper. But check out my snazzy boots!

And that was the last they saw of the man in the cap.

It was love. Or maybe not.

Ray's revenge was swift and deadly.

Rotating augers: Not as fun as they look.

He was marked for death.

The drill had always hated fat guys in polo shirts.

Every time you cross the street, seek out a public restroom, or climb into a Dumpster, there he is: the little guy with the circle head.

I've been stalking Stick Figure Man for seven years. I photograph warning signs and informational stickers in construction sites, industrial kitchens, airports, roadsides -- he's everywhere, really. He's an Everyman for an age of faceless bureaucracy.

He has died a thousand deaths at the hands of slippery pond edges, improperly tuned water heaters, and backhoes run amok. And I love him for it.

Stay tuned for some of his adventures.