Street Photography Makes Me Uncomfortable

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.

Youth near Beaubourg, Paris, with one of the A/C vents coming out of the ground. Shot at f/22 to get some people motion blur in the strong sunshine in the absence of an ND filter handy
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Communicating Our Inner World

I see photography not just as the activity of producing images/art/a record, but also as a bridge between our internal landscape and the external world we selectively engage with. While we cannot directly photograph thoughts or emotions (yet), our choices in subject matter, composition, and timing reveal the invisible threads of our inner narrative.

Foggy landscape with just a few isolated trees
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