I peeled this off my own ladder. No doubt this means that one forgetful day, I'll need to throw myself backwards off the upper rungs, just to find out what'll happen.
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.