Who, me?

February 14, 2019

I've never been particularly comfortable at being photographed, mainly because I know what the image is going to look like from the lens being used, the lighting, and who the photographer is. 

But every now and then I get the urge to see what I look like to others. Sometimes the result is not very flattering:


My left hand, age 64.


I'd much rather be behind the camera than in front! I usually approach folks; they know I've taken a shot. The goal: capture them as I find them, but not with deception; or portray themas I know them. 

 Roman, a fellow bus driver.

Martine, a friend.

John, a friend.



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