The first ending. And knowing it would end
I wanted another. Lover, summer,
pen with which to write it all down.
The first disappointment. Which is not
remembered but lives in the body.
And how familiar it became …Dimitrov
This photograph feels really strange to me. It’s because the time is around 4 in the afternoon and for some unaccountable reason Charles Street is virtually deserted. I stood in the middle of the road for quite a long time taking it. It’s doubtful this scene will be repeated often.
The voyeur quality of street photography is well documented by this image. This lady was huddled in a doorways with her hands over her mouth. I’m pretty sure she was talking, or listening, on her cell phone. One can’t be sure of course but, whatever was happening seemed to cause her quite a bit of concern as evidenced but the lines in her face and the worried look in her eyes.
I’m making a simple point here, one that’s been made over and over again. The most important part of a camera is what’s just behind its viewfinder.
Standing at the door of death isn’t pleasant. It’s filled with pain, regret and an uneasy feeling you’d rather not be there. Everyone on this small rock we humans call home will die. It’s a given…but, all things being equal I’d rather sit by the water and look at birds.
The Ricoh GR III, that I take most of my street photography images with, has the potential of getting everything from one meter to infinity in instant focus. This is an example of that.
This couple was actually posing on the sidewalk next to a store widow for professional photographer with a pretty long zoom lens. As I passed close by with my little camera I was able to quickly snap off just this one shot. It turned out pretty well.