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”
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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”
Stranger Scenes: Street Portraits in San Jose
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been making street portraits of strangers in San Jose. I find a patch of light that shows promise. Then I wait. When a subject approaches the light, I introduce myself. My intro is magic. It works almost every time. I’ve learned a few things worth sharing. The publicContinue reading “Stranger Scenes: Street Portraits in San Jose”