Through The Lens:
My appreciation for street photography has grown over the years, shaped by countless moments of observation and discovery. Long before I ever picked up a camera with intent, I was drawn to images that captured life as it unfolded—unposed and unscripted. Some of my earliest encounters with photography came from books I found in quiet corners of the local library, where I would immerse myself in collections of black-and-white prints that seemed to pull entire stories from a single frame. The work of Alfred Eisenstaedt, Helen Levitt, Robert Doisneau, and Dorothea Lange left a lasting impression, revealing the power of an image to preserve fleeting emotions and everyday interactions. In recent years, the candid and often unnoticed moments documented by Vivian Maier have deepened my appreciation for the genre, reinforcing my approach to capturing the world with authenticity and curiosity.​​​​​​​
Innocence.
Unlike photojournalism, which fundamentally focuses on news stories of public interest, street photography captures candid moments of human interaction, telling a personalized narrative of everyday life, those crucial moments in life that might otherwise go unnoticed. A great street photograph makes the viewer think; or brings up a specific feeling, story, or idea; through spontaneous moments of people in a candid state, unaffected by any influences from the photographer. This type of photography can be shot anywhere; it's open to interpretation and doesn't have to include people specifically, anything that sparks curiosity in everyday settings.
Over the years, one thing I've learned while undertaking these types of street projects, no matter how many times I've done them, there's always an uneasy feeling when dealing with the public. Society is constantly on the alert for anything that looks suspicious. In today's world, anything that doesn't fit is a potential threat. Concerns about privacy, terrorism, and pedophilia have conspired to make the art more challenging. It can be difficult not to feel like a stalker! Because of these hindrances, sticking to landscape and travel photography was an easier option.
Faces in the Crowd.
Nevertheless, having spent many years traveling and dabbling in other aspects of photography, I recently watched a documentary on Vivian Maier (1926-2009). Looking at her images inspired me to take up the subject again. Unfortunately, it takes a lot of practice to become comfortable with this style of photography; it feels like a perishable skill, as the lack of interaction with the public makes it difficult to get back into the groove. In addition, it is a challenging genre to master for many due to the ethical issues I mentioned above. And due to this, creating powerful, compelling, and emotional images in an environment of mistrust can be a constant struggle.
Venturing into street photography evolves a personal interpretation of the world around us. It draws the photographer to fleeting moments that would otherwise go unnoticed by others, ultimately producing a body of work derived from one perspective, which creates style. Capturing emotions, gestures, and moments in time in ways that tell a story is a skill, a mastery I recognized in others through the pages of books as a small boy. A craft that still is, to this day, a standard I strive to achieve. However, presenting a visual aspect of everyday life that makes each frame seem extraordinary (if only to the photographer) is extremely rewarding. 
Harmony.
As a child, flipping through the pages of photography books in a musky old library, I truly believed it was as simple as pointing a camera at a subject, pressing the shutter, and becoming the next Henri Cartier-Bresson. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. But, of course, at 63, I can say confidently; 25 years from now, no seven-year-old will be sitting in a public library flipping through pages of my pictures! But that's okay! I have rediscovered the simple pleasures of documenting seemingly unobtrusive human interactions, which I find gratifying. ​​​​​​​
...and for now, that's good enough for me.
Temper Tantrum.
Religious Ink.
Playful Indulgence.
Napoleon Complex.
Mother's Bond.
Balancing Act.
Wrong Directions.
Daddy's Girl.
Ticket Girl.
Physical friends vs. Digital friends.
Creamy Delights.
Moby.
Suspicions.

Surprise.

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