Recent, yet deserving of this treatment from me.
Puebla, Mexico. October 2026
Yes. This photo is irregular. Blurred. Fleeting, like the moment it captured. A photo I took. A scene that came toward me. Midway along the journey, between hunting and fishing. Because this is who I am, probably. Undefinable within the two recognized psychological profiles of a street photographer.
While this photo could be classified as street photography, it also contains a strong element of documentary work.
A chosen photograph, perhaps, absurdly enough, long before it ever came to me. Because I was there with my camera set to black and white, in a Koudelka-esque mode. So I decided to approach all four days of this revival of Día de Muertos, leaving Oaxaca out and embracing Puebla instead. Because with the Fujifilm X100T, I can engage in a certain type of photography from which I had, in part, drifted away.
Embracing the imponderable and accepting whatever comes my way. A mutual condition of instinct and unconditional surrender to the imperfect. Of the poetic gaze that rests upon the surreal. Of my rebirth into a new life as a street photographer. Of my ability to traverse different eras and creative seasons, with growing experience and awareness. Of my presence becoming one with the image.
I chose this photograph after having presented myself for many years with the picture of the woman in Los Angeles looking at me through the window of a Starbucks.
But this, of course, is not a conclusion, not a final destination: it is a new beginning. I feel I owe this, at this stage, to my photography. I am moving forward, still moving forward and growing. That is what it is.
My search, in fact, is not over.
For example, right now, I feel I should look for another significant color photograph.
Still Learning. Always.
