Street Photography

I’m an amateur.


The thought of taking people’s pictures terrifies me.

Specifically the thought of taking pictures of people I don’t know.


I’m not sure if it’s just that I’m afraid they’ll get mad

or embarrassed

or worried,


 because I wonder, is it construed as rude

to take photos of people you don’t know

without their permission?

But I can’t help it –

I just love taking pictures of people.

Especially people who have such great character …


Because there is beauty

in the unlikeliest places

and sometimes in the unlikeliest faces.

And I would love to be able to

be easy

and relaxed

with my subject

and maybe even invent a story or two along the way.

Two of my favourite photographers are Mary Ellen Mark and Vivian Maier because I love the way they capture pathos in their subjects.

There just seems to be that extra something about the black and white photo,

in my opinion,

that elicits a greater empathy

and sympathy

and perhaps also a deeper connection

to the subject.

And one day, I’d love to be able to take photos of these seemingly interesting amazing people I see

without being afraid.

Without trembling.

Without being nervous.

And I’d love to know how to overcome this anxiety.


Lucy & Arturo

“The marks humans leave are too often scars.”

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars


zebra at San Diego Zoo


We all have them –

long ones, deep ones,

small ones, serrated ones,

dark ones that hide terrible wounds,

ones that are so faded that they are almost invisible,

but that are still there, nonetheless.

It doesn’t take long to get them –

you’d have to be completely oblivious and indifferent to not accumulate scars –

but once they’re there, sometimes they can be difficult to tone down, cover up, or hide.

Sometimes scars can remind us of how far we’ve come,

of what we’ve been through,

of what inspires us to move forward.

(And sometimes they don’t do any of this.

They are just there as par for the course.)

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