While I, to a certain extent, understand the fuss about the beauty of the streets under the sun, I find that I am more drawn to the romance of things in the night time.
The first time I brought a camera out in the night streets and started to "really" look at things, I was overwhelmed by how "expressive" every single subject becomes under the shade of a lonely street lamp or a misplaced lighting. In a semi-desperate need to shrug-off boredom, I found myself pointing the camera, a Canon S30 compact, in almost every direction. And with each attempt at perfecting a frame, I felt it all over me, the artistry of the night time - made up of the quiet poses of everyday things, the corners empty of humans, and sometimes, humans indulging in silence.
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| From my first night in the streets. Shimosuwa, Japan 2003. I'm still looking for the high resolution copy, hence, I apologize for the obvious pixelation. |
I still feel the same until now. The only difference is, I have become more selective, more receptive to a particular feeling which, for the longest time, I've not been able to point a finger at, but I whole-heartedly know is related to a personal prayer that I say whenever I hit the night streets, and is always there, this feeling, according to my senses at least, whenever I decide to press the shutter release button.
