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?
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