The first shots, in the morning
The first photos in the morning are a warm-up for the day to come
With the taste of coffee still in my mouth, I take the first shots, reaching at a brisk pace the places that will be the scene of the stories I will find.
In the comfortable feeling that it is a beautiful day and that even today I will have fun. The first shots of the morning are an awareness of what my activity as a street photographer is. There are workers who go quickly to their offices and those who sell in flea markets or in street places prepare their day. I feel I enter into communion with them, I become part of the places that I pass through, I connect with the city. It becomes an act of meditation, a phase in which I collect my concentration, entering the rhythm and energy that the day offers.
It is a set of details and states of mind that become part of me, and come into play to determine the photographs I will take. The noises of the city appear more muffled at that stage. To the point that I cannot understand if this is really the case or if it is my perception, influenced by my entering a different state of concentration at that stage.
At first they may be completely imperfect photographs, and which I take to enter the wave. The morning has just started. I am in the city.