Who am I to make an image?
I am nothing special. Maybe they aren’t either. I am making an image of a person doing their everyday thing and making it public.
Still maybe that way of photographing that thing is just different enough to pause and, when they realize that it is – in fact – a place they pass every day, they look even closer.
Perhaps, if anyone knew these images were here they would be pleased, “Oh, come look! This guy made a really cool picture of us!”
Perhaps I would just get punched in the face.
The simple and the complex, the long-lasting and the extremely brief. Stopping someone on the sidewalk, “Hey, you’ve got such a great look to you, do you mind if I take your picture?” Some people talk to you a while. And most of those who talk to you are talking to you just because you showed interest, not because you’re writing a story for TIME or Newsweek or the New York Times.
At least, that’s how my mind works.
I’m nobody. But I do. Maybe that’s the biggest difference.