Watching people go about their everyday activities is always fascinating.

Watching people go about their everyday activities is always fascinating.
To me, street photography feels like an intrusion in other people’s lives. The more I think about it and the more I try to do it, the more I feel uncomfortable about it.
This is of course ignoring the issues with truth, representation, ethics, and consequences. This is really the first step of that more general reflection: whether the activity should or can even take place and its place in reality.
This was taken a while back from a floor near the top of the Mercuriales towers.
As the weather was nice, it’s been spring for a while here now, we decided to go for a sunset stroll last night. I took my Sony RX100III for this walk because it’s small and easy.
Barrel of Cognac stored in a cold building at the Ottard cognac factory in the town of Cognac, France.
Beaubourg, the Paris modern art museum technically called Centre George Pompidou, attracts a lot of people all year round.
Sometimes you have the idea of a photo in your head, but it takes a few iterations to get there.
We exist in time. Not as discrete snapshots. One of the difficulties of photography is to capture in a single frame what is part of a stream of consciousness. This idea has bothered me for a long time and it feels like a failure that photos aren’t part of the stream of consciousness.
I went to Bordeaux with the goal of testing my new (old) 1DX. It turned out it didn’t work (weird settings I didn’t find in time), so I took photos with my backup camera.