I am back.
A disruptive return to street photography.
Whether it’s film or digital, it hardly matters. My vision is what counts. I’m in the flow. Not everything is perfect: in fact, much of it is imperfect. But what matters to me is something else entirely. The mood, for instance.
Two days out on the streets, I was out there with my wife. I still need to set aside a proper day for some street photography of my own, ever since I bought the Fujifilm. But I can say right now that I will see and you will see some beautiful things.
In Puebla, I went entirely black and white. Now it’s time for color, my own color. I have set up the camera according to what I feel to be my own aesthetic, an aesthetic learned through film. Here is a selection for you.
