San Francisco Street Photography

While I was on a client shoot in the city, I explored Chinatown and the Financial District for hours, and was quickly overwhelmed by the chaos of scenes moving at the speed of life. But I slowed down, stayed calm, and waited for patterns to emerge. It’s an exhilarating combination of waiting and pouncing; that,Continue reading “San Francisco Street Photography”

Stranger Scenes

There’s a passage from Moby Dick that always makes me chuckle. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos getContinue reading “Stranger Scenes”

Stranger Scenes: Street Portraits

I’ll ask strangers for a street portrait when I get nervous and not before. The sequence goes like this, every time. My camera is either in my backpack or around my neck.I’m minding my own business, noticing things.Then it happens.I see light first.Not a subject, always light. Next, a feature emerges, often a minor one.LikeContinue reading “Stranger Scenes: Street Portraits”

Stranger Scenes: Portraits

In no particular order. A barista, a cat with a human, an aspiring groom, a medical student, a piercing artist, and a businessman, quiet and moody like Kafka. But above all, strangers; first and foremost, we’re strangers. That’s our primary role. We’re quick to forget it because we cling to titles, personas, and facades. StreetContinue reading “Stranger Scenes: Portraits”