There’s times I go days without photographing anything and the uneasiness of not strapping on the camera puts in perspective what smokers must feel like when they go hours without a puff. There’s an addiction to the act where you fail to feel like yourself when you’re not doing it and what I generally resort to during these dry times is to sift back through Lightroom catalogs for photos that I purposely failed to upload.
I say purposely because I think it’s a good practice to do away with the natural inclination of uploading every photograph you think is worthy of being shared so that when you don’t have the time to photograph, you at least have a reservoir of content to publish.
Having reviewed photos of when we vacationed in Paris back in 2007, I noticed the photos of landscapes, buildings and transportation could have been much more technically proficient but what nagged me the most from them was the shortage of people pictures I had. At the time, I was oblivious to who Anthony Bourdain was so I didn’t have the influence of realizing the significance of capturing slices of life from locals. Neither did I have the courage to openly ask stranger for portraits the way I may do now.
With the exception of this photograph of 2 friends playing chess on a Sunday morning in Jardin de Luxembourg, I feel I have nothing to show for being in Paris. I’m exaggerating of course but my visit would have been more fulfilling had I been able to have exchanges with locals that were intensely powerful. Reasons to travel generally boil down to the combination of wanting to see things and the need to experience them but the travel aspect has a bigger affect on you when you’ve connected with at least one person.
I loved every moment we spent discovering Paris riding the Metro thinking how much easier and cleaner it was in comparison to New York. I wish to revisit again and apply the technical stuff I’ve learned about photography up until now and capture what I consider the most important feature of a place which is its people.