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There are days I hit the street with no plan

No project. No subject. No damn reason. It is me, my camera, and the city. I don’t chase the photo: I let it hit me, like a gust of wind turning the corner too fast.

It’s not about hunting moments. It’s more like falling into them. A shadow slides across a wall and I stop. I raise the camera, I shoot. I don’t ask why. I react to a stymulus. And i don’t have to think to the reason. It doesn’t matter there is a reason to photograph: I just photograph.

Iinstinct. Reaction. Jazz without notes. A dream I walk through with eyes wide open.

Sometimes I think I’m not photographing the street, I’m photographing my own mind reflected in it. A metaphysical mirror. The street becomes a state of being. The framing? That’s where the dreamline cuts through reality. That rectangle is my portal. Through it, everything ordinary can become unreal.

I’m not documenting. I’m not storytelling. I’m just being. And in that being, the camera becomes the medium between the now and the elsewhere.

I don’t need permission to see like this. I just need to be there: open, empty, ready. Ready to absorb. Ready to react. Ready to disappear into the image before I even make it. I hope this has a sense for you.