Once again with the start of the day, my feet began their journey on the streets. I love these mornings as they are full of energy. Across the lanes, dogs witnessed my lens passing by. Day in and day out they reside there. Yes, right there on the pavement, the walkways, on the side of the street. They watch humans move around and react to the activity in their own manner. For dogs, the street is a routine. Each day's activities and reactions surround them. They are so very connected, yet aloof.
Sand Dunes
We had, until recently, on the beach near my home a series of large, hulking sand dunes put up along the shoreline. These sand dunes were created by local authorities to protect against flooding. To me they provided a fascinating backdrop to the countless folks out on the beach each day. I’ve shot these sand dunes as panels—long, narrow photos because they suggest the vast expanse of the beach. And when you shoot them this way they can take on a life of their own—look at times like
How to Change a Country, its People and its Environment
During my 55 years of street photography, I have never seen a deterioration and a change of the street in my country Venezuela, like the one that has happened in the last 20 years, not only in its urban plans, but also in its people and especially in their behavior. The city and its architecture show a deterioration. Not even the colonial houses and their history escape this destruction, caused by the attempt to change democracy for communism. My city Porlamar on the Island of Margarita,
Fireflies
Tell us more about Fireflies, why did you name your ongoing series Fireflies? Fireflies are regular ordinary insects by day that transform into beautiful, mystic creatures at twilight. Growing up in Sri Lanka, I was always fascinated by this beautiful magical creature. Fireflies have captivated humans for centuries with their beautiful light: the essence of photography... To me, street photography is turning regular, ordinary moments of daily life and freezing them in a split second to
Genovesi
It is 12 o’clock on a weekday. An African woman with a colourful dress lights up a sombre backstreet of Genoa. A few blocks further, an old man opens the doors of every shop he sees and shouts wild blessings in his loud, already hoarse voice. He passes a newspaper stand where a crowd of locals try to catch a glimpse of the daily headlines. A heavy policeman who almost makes his shirt button pop controls the tourists who seek shelter from the midday heat on the doorstep of an old church. So many
Soner Abaci’s Shadowland
It was a sunny day. Rays of warm afternoon sun shone through the windows on either side of my desk and made me wish I was outside taking advantage of the Florida sunshine instead of sitting behind a little screen until my eyes felt tired and my brain clouded over. To avoid being a complete Negative Nancy, I thought about how the lines of light and shadows cast by the blinds across the length of the room I sat in were somehow beautiful despite coming from such a mundane object. Light and shadow.
Reflections from Above
Until now, it is impossible to travel in time but the past always has a retelling. It takes eight and a half minutes for sunlight to reach earth. This implies that when we are looking directly at the sun, we are looking back in time - a simple but tricky concept to envisage. This takes epic proportions when we look up at other stars visible to the naked eye. I am a resident of Noida, a part of the National Capital Region in India. Amidst the depreciating visibility of the night sky, some
Midnight Ramble
Back in August, I received a series of intriguing photos taken in Iran by Esmail Khosh’hal along with this note from the photographer’s friend: “I remember when Esmail started photography. Since then he was always searching for unique subjects and because I knew him well, I expected him to do a documentary. Given his social concerns, he spent a lot of his time with people of lower social levels where people face a hard life full of problems. In 2013, he sold his camera and equipment and went
Mexico City
Mexico City has over 8 million inhabitants and 23 million in Greater Mexico City. It is also the oldest capital city of the Americas. Called CDMX since 2016, it is an unexpected place, which is located in the middle of a valley, far from both oceans. The juxtaposition of modern architecture and traditional buildings make this freshly rebranded city a gem. Built over the lake Texcoco, Mexico City’s cultural renaissance is blooming. The contemporary aspects highlighted by The Tamayo
Go Out, Get Out, Come Out
When someone from the Black and White Fine Art Photography community of Google Plus, upon seeing one of the photographs from my series, “The Night of Lonely Men”, asked the question, "It does have a reputation as 'a violent city', dangerous for solo escapades. Is it true? ", I knew then that the work I had been doing in capturing these nocturnal images of Caracas made sense. And it’s not that I didn’t believe it before, but this time, under the weight of a concern expressed through a popular
People of Rabat
Rabat, capital of Morocco. City less known than the other Moroccan cities, not beaten by the flow of mass tourism and much less subject to foreign influences. This photographic work aims to tell, to describe the people of Rabat and in particular, the work focuses on the people who live, work, crowd the neighborhoods of the Medina and its surrounding areas. In the Medina the atmosphere is decidedly Mediterranean with white walls and blue shutters. It is accessed via the two doors Bab El Alou