The man hated the horse for his superior anatomical detail. The horse, for his part, just wished the man had legs so he'd get off and walk once in a damn while.
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.