Street Scene

Dear J-

At the zoo yesterday we ran into traffic both ways; there was some sort of fundraiser walk-in-the-zoo with the attendant free admission, and kids under 11 were free with paid adult admission, so coming and going was spent stewing a bit in the unburnt hydrocarbon haze of idling vehicles.  It’s an object lesson in patience, letting people in front of you and pushing your way in as needed; though you may want to glue your bumper to the car in front, all you’re doing is giving someone else a headache.  Folks here in SoCal are irrationally protective of that fifteen feet in front of their car.

I keep repeating the same themes, which may be a consequence of frequency.  Life is hard enough without acting like a jackass towards others, for one, and we wouldn’t be so quick to be rude in cars if the offended party could talk back to us.  The more I drive the more I realize that for all our connections — around the world, nigh-instantaneous electrons weaving our modern life — we’ve become isolated from other people in ways we haven’t anticipated.  We put animals in cages for our entertainment, but we put cages around ourselves for our supposed protection.

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I’ve never been much good at street photography; part of me is infinitely embarrassed at the thought of asking permission to capture some stranger’s life, and the other part believes in exactly what Kirk Tuck warns about — that you need to be some kind of stealthy ninja, stealing shots based on the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle:  the very act of observation disrupts the data you’re trying to capture.  So if street photography is inextricably linked to the interaction between photographer and subject, I need to cultivate that relationship, rather than deny it ever exists; likewise our connections, whether virtual or personal, keep us honest.

Mike

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