Friday night is a great time to roam the city streets with camera in hand as the workers loosen their ties and don costumes and masks in search of redemption.
The back alleyways, off the main streets is where I often roam with camera in hand. I came across this interesting man with a bin strapped to his back and a hula hoop in hand and a massive smile on his dial. I wished I had asked his story to put this image into context.
On starting photography, I was entranced by candid street photographic images. So that was where my journey began. There is something to be said however, engaging the subject. The request and permission granted or denied.
I saw this lovely lady from across the street. I noticed her red glasses and pink pants contrast the yellow background. “Why do you want to take my photo?” she said on me asking. I told her that her glasses and pants stood out and she looked totally relaxed. Permission granted.
Not a great shot regarding angle of view and composition etc but a seismic shift has occurred. I overcame my fear of asking.
On finishing, I asked was she waiting for a bus. ” No, just sitting and relaxing”.
I am interested in people, a humanist at heart. This portrait will be one of many to come.
I am afraid of death. We will all go to to that place. No one is exempt. I am joyous and curious with life. Despite these polarising perspectives, the fact we will all go there, there is a journey to take before then. Love, loss, wonderment, content-ness, fear, hate, compassion and forgiveness.
We all go there in the end but we have HERE and NOW. That is all that matters.