What is it about people that makes you want to snap them time and time again? I used to be afraid of taking photographs of human beings. They were other versions of me, which added to the discomfort, certainly. There was risk, uncertainty, and perhaps even some violation of privacy. I read up on other photographers’ methods of approaching people, capturing them, and of doing so either with or without their knowledge. I began practicing their techniques. Holding the phone at chest level, headphones in and on, casually glancing at them, rather than at my phone. All of these various techniques gradually on me. The fear subsided gradually.
- Questions Remain
I see I have not yet answered the question. What makes me want to shoot? What about people is so attractive? I suppose the simplest answer is they are beautiful. I suppose the answer is that I am one of them. What remains is whether I ought to shoot them? Do I have a right to take a human being’s picture without their permission? Not in the legal sense, but in the ethical sense? I don’t have the answer. The photographer in me compels me to shoot, not to question. The ethical part of me demands an answer. Perhaps the photographer is not the thinking part of the human soul. I suppose I should leave this post right there. In the uncertainty. I’ll keep shooting.