This was the path, pass
What is next as the lane fades
Written by: Kathy Reed
Date 2/14/2021
Title: This was the path, pass
What is next as the lane fades
When does the lane change then, never
I was wondering when does the road stop for photography? I can think that when the cold weather comes around that is when usually. But as I muster the strength even that becomes easy. So what is the inspiration of getting up and getting put there to do it? I would think that the motivation must be in the look. We all dress up as something. Who are you will never stop. So to answer that question, the answer must be that you never stop doing who you are. So the lane never changes unless you want it to.
Who has teeth in the game, besides me
I came of age late. So when everyone around me was growing up too fast, I usually had a Barbie in hand. So now I wonder what kind of person that makes me in photography. As I scan the streets, it usually is me and my peers. But are those the same people who where bad in middle school. Wayz out, I was too. It's just how do you impress the coo? So folks see me with with this camera and I smile. You already know people smile back. But what does it all mean. Does it mean they really like me or my photography. Am I finally coo? Yes, lol.
Sometime in the past, did you ever see this
So now that I am standing here, my point is to not lose focus. So I scan and listen to the street. The lanes are so fast and at the same time, times are so strange. I usually joke about what is happening and take a snap. But should you really take it seriously. I guess that is lately, but sometimes, it does seem that the streets are always so sad. No one runs around anymore with stunner goals anymore. Or maybe I'm just old as I take a snap. Usually by now, I go and grab a burrito to fill in the gaps.
Can you carry on if you don't want to travel
So everyday as I lay in my bed, it is this thoughts that I have to drive me. What is out there? What does the road say? Who does stand and stand in the way of the photo. With this I awake and jump out of bed and head out with my camera. I take the photo and come and upload the results. The photo says that the world is as it has always been. The only story is in what we tell each other. If a photo is worth a million words, the only few words that you can say to say it yourself is, "if we don't, then we will never know.
If you want to be, then you have to see
Then when you can't is just to do. So as I thrown on my street photography clothes and grab my camera and go play, take pictures. I just remember that it is you. You are the reason that I keep smiling and snapping. You are the reason that my legs make it to see the streets and gleam at the images I capture. Even though you are so different than me, even though be all up in the streets snapping, as you wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I can think anymore than, what is the reason to go on. So I won't stop. I guess I just had to see it that way.
Sources: Google.com, Bing.com
Websites: https://www.picturecorrect.com/tips/tips-for-great-street-photography/; https://exposure.software/blog/2015/the-art-of-black-and-white-street-photography/
Photos by: Marjan Blan, Chris Corradino, Kathy Reed
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