I can photograph a person outside with relative ease but inside? Inside “street shooting” makes me nervous. I flinch. I double-think. I don’t shoot at all. Sometimes I think I’m being polite but really, I’m just missing the shot.
Here, I did not miss the shot. After a day of work interning at The Veteran’s Equity Center, my group members and I stopped by Blue Bottle in the South of Market district. They waited for their coffee and I waited for this lady to lower her gaze. She was reading quite intensely. From the giant “FRENCH” typed on the cover I assumed it was a tour guide or a language book.
I just love the diagonal tilt of the lighting. Feels very Edward Hopper-esque, only closer. The line across her face isn’t her hair – it’s mine. It was stuck inside the bellows, just behind the lens, and appeared in every subsequent frame. Does that count as a photobomb?
Livi’s Mom: RANIER! RANIER! QUICK! IT’S SNOWING!
It is? In… Texas?
The first and last time I experienced snow was in 2000 at Angel’s Camp, CA. I was ten years old and the snow on the ground felt ten months old. It was hardened, like blocks of ice, but hey! I’m a Bay Area kid so I could care less! Snow angels, snowball fights, and snowmen, here I come!… Unfortunately, the snow was so stiff the snowball my oldest brother threw cracked the skin on my brother’s temple. He was pissed.
But this? This was wonderful. I never experienced falling snow so it was such a treat. I walked out with Livi’s mom, her brother, their dog Mila, and my dog Oso.
Handheld @ ISO 4,000
This shot blew my mind. I could actually see the snowflake shape on the tree stump. I had never seen it before. Maybe in art class cut out of binder paper, but not like this.
As I felt the gentle bodies of ice sleep softly on my cheek, I was reminded of all the beauty and mystery of life.