Often when I go by this particular spot by the entrance to the main branch of Boston’s Public Library there’s a resting figure on it. Generally their posture/pose is not particularly notable. Today was different. There’s a maxim in street photography that it’s often necessary to visit the same spot over and over before a good picture reveals itself. So true!
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” Plato
What does alone mean in todays hyper digital society? I’m not sure. However sitting on a storage crate, under a dingy underpass, staring intently at a very powerful little electonic device is as good a working definition as any.
Shuffling slowly Not really going anywhere Dressed too warmly In a river of unseeing people
Because we live so close, it is easy to take for granted the garden’s beauty. As today was cooling down, I wandered by and was struck hard by it once again.
As much as street shooters hate to admit it, luck can often make or break a photo. Take this one. I was focusing hard on the cowboy looking guy with the plastic bag. It was very bright out and the resulting photograph was way over exposed. But low and behold when I knocked the harsh shadows back, what to my wondering eyes should appear…
As photographers were always deciding what we want to enclose in our picture. We put our frame around a piece of our reality. I thought of this as I was deciding what to do with a rather ordinary picture I took of a man walking in front of an old brick wall. By making the dimensions square and placing a small tree in its…