It was hot. I already mentioned that.
So. I took shelter in the only place I could find. The semi-shady stoop of a long abandoned power plant. Pretty soon other people joined me. We started talking. Pretty soon a couple of them asked why I was taking pictures. So, I showed them. There are some good things about our constant smartphone companions. Communication is one. Understanding is another. I can show people my world. On a little bitty screen. I did that. As a side note, I’m not even sure you need a big expensive portfolio any more. You have your entire publicity campaign in the palm of your hand.
On that hot Sunday it was more.
They all liked it. They were reading and scrolling. And smiling. I cannot tell you how much that means to me. So much of what I photograph and write is about them. Their neighborhoods. Their culture.
If they like my work that means I’m getting it right.
The guy in the picture — yes, I know his name and telephone number — wants me to tell his story. On Storyteller. That’s humbling. And, after hanging with him for a very short time, I think he has quite a story to tell. So, I’ll call him. We’ll sit on his stoop and talk. He’ll take me around his neighborhood. I’ll make pictures.
Even though it was hot and miserable on Sunday, I’d say being there was worth it.
The picture. Point the camera and take the picture. Show your subject the picture on your camera’s LCD. If he likes it, all is good.
All was good.