Yesterday I passed this wonderful shot on the bus, returned through puddles and other obstacles to capture it on my smartphone.

Over time, I began to approach photography a little differently. I don’t want to be a hostage to good staff. All shots are good because photography helps to document. Sometimes the result is great, but as in any practice, the process itself is important - thoughts, feelings, dialogue with yourself and the surrounding space.

Last summer, during another photo walk, a guy approached me (as I understood him to be a Turk) and asked him to photograph. No problem! He asked me to send the photos to gmail, but instead of leaving me his address, he wrote down mine. I was like “in star mode” - OK, I wrote down my email, so he’ll write and I’ll send you the photos. I even retouched them a little - done! But the Turk did not write.

Perhaps I forgot. Perhaps he was embarrassed, but I am more inclined to believe that he simply did not realize that he needed to write to me. It’s a pity! The photos are good, but I had to delete them because… I do not need them.