All I can say about today, is that it was a beautiful one. I went back to my roots. I went back to where I am happiest.
With a camera or two strapped to my side, I went out and asked people if I could photograph them.
Because a fraction of time can emulate the truest being. It is odd being a photographer sometimes. Every moment seems to be deserved of a still life memory; every person seems deserved to be photographed. Every person has a story.
My goal is to photograph 10 people every day. Talk to 10 different people everyday. All strangers!
I smile, tell them who I am and why I am doing this. I tell them, they are important. As any photographer, I am aiming at a smile but I avoid saying…. “say cheese” Hahaha…..even though I love cheese of any kind!
My first subject was a young man in the park strumming on an electric bass without the electric! Sitting there crossed legged, in the middle of Confederation Park, Kingston. It is not a quiet place, not one where you expect a strumming bass guitarist to be practicing.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“I want to get rid of my fears of playing in public,” he said.
I very much understood where he was coming from. It wasn’t that he was seeking attention; you couldn’t even hear him.
But he was there. I really got it.
Here is to my first of many portraits of ‘People of Kingston.’