A few years ago, on a day in January, I walked the streets with a camera.
I wasn’t sure what I was doing. Taking photos of people without asking felt intrusive.
Asking changed the image.
So I tried to avoid being seen. It didn’t work.
At some point, I moved into quieter streets and waited.
When I finally took a photo, something shifted.
The person in the frame looked back. The moment shifted.
I wasn’t the one observing anymore.