April 26, 2012

The Glare

Sometimes I find myself standing on a corner just looking through my camera's viewfinder. I don't know exactly what I'm waiting for. It's like watching a movie of life in New York through that tiny screen. At least once every few minutes someone will stare back at me, almost confrontational. I suppose they're just inquisitive, questioning what I'm filming and why. They never speak, they just glare at me. It makes me self-conscious.

A few months ago, on a cold day, I was shooting the steam billowing from a vending cart. Backlit by the sun, it created an interesting silhouette. A woman walked over to me and angrily said, "Did you just shoot a photo of my child? Did you?" I looked at her, not having noticed her child, and said, "No, I shot the billowing steam coming from that vending cart. Your kid might have been in the photo along with everyone else on the street, however, I didn't purposely photograph your kid." She walked away in a huff.

Street photography could be hazardous to your health.

1 comment:

  1. Lol! She/mom thought you were a Perv. Hiding behind the vender snapping shots.
    You can come shoot me and ill glare at you. Sounds fun