Main roads, heavy traffic, and a guy walking around with a camera about his neck, peeking around...
I try to act like I ignore those passing by, but it is that moment when one tends to flee, or move forward. In doing so, once out of view, behind a hill, a nook, a wall, my heart begins to race.
In these moments you have to focus on your skill, and maintain a steady hand.
In those quiet spaces you can hear your own heart race, the blood rushing through your veins. Any slight noise is an alert to...What? Danger? Good enough for me!
I shoot what I can, and like the ghosts that reside, vanish, leaving everything untouched.
Inside the car I remember I need to breathe...
See my latest blog post "Auscultating" here.
As always, I appreciate each of you.
Michael
I try to act like I ignore those passing by, but it is that moment when one tends to flee, or move forward. In doing so, once out of view, behind a hill, a nook, a wall, my heart begins to race.
In these moments you have to focus on your skill, and maintain a steady hand.
In those quiet spaces you can hear your own heart race, the blood rushing through your veins. Any slight noise is an alert to...What? Danger? Good enough for me!
I shoot what I can, and like the ghosts that reside, vanish, leaving everything untouched.
Inside the car I remember I need to breathe...
See my latest blog post "Auscultating" here.
As always, I appreciate each of you.
Michael