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Some shots from yesterday

I watch YouTube videos about certain circles that seem to have lost their way… about what street photography really is.
Sometimes I feel like replying: why? Did they ever truly understand it?
Then I stop myself and think: who cares… it would just be wasted time. I don’t have the time or the desire to get dragged into long, pointless debates.

I don’t care because I’m doing something else.
And it’s not snobbery, it’s just a simple acknowledgment of reality. My reality, the reality of those who choose to look beyond the crowd.
I step aside because I have no interest in wallowing in that mud, among LensCulture and those useless, unbearable festivals.
Small fish swimming in shit, thinking they shine.

The photography I seek, study, and pursue is the opposite of the herd. It doesn’t follow dynamics, convenience, or complicity. Most people don’t understand it.
My photography is thought first. Reaction, instinct, mastery come after.
It’s obsession. A heavy game for those who think it’s all just play. An obsession that prevents me from living like everyone else, because it forces me into difficult, dangerous, audacious—but never reckless—choices.

Yesterday I was this. Today I am this. Tomorrow I will be this.
I no longer engage in those mechanisms, not even to try to stop them. Let them do as they please.
I exist elsewhere. And that elsewhere is my path, my photography, my world.