You’re not that interesting
Once I was an avid people watcher and street photographer. I’d catch those quiet, yet public moments we so like to see and dwell on. I had walking routes and lenses and the skills to make a decent fist of it. Throw me in somewhere unfamiliar and I’d bag a shot or two before the day was out.
Later I discovered the big white building in the distance was the Women’s University in Kobe. I’d not reached the sign yet, and it hadn’t registered as a presence. A bridge crossing a dried up waterway had caught my eye and I’d paused to take a photo.
Finding my camera was a bit uncomfortable, I was fiddling with it, knocked a setting and had to play with the menus. A young woman walked towards me, then stopped, said something and I responded with an instinctive hello and a nod of the head. She was gone before that part of my brain still struggling with Japanese got around to translating what she’d said.
“Did you take my photograph?”
I assume something about my response and general state of frustration signaled it was best to walk on. Otherwise we might have ended up having a heated discussion on Google Translate. Or worse.
As I was mulling over this brief encounter the realisation hit me it had never occurred to me to take her photo. Or anyone’s. If there was a purpose to the long walk I’d set off on, it was to capture engineering, architecture and nature. I find these far more interesting than kimono wearing couples on the tourist trails, people crossing the street with dramatic shadows, or whatever else is passing for street photography these days.
At home I trawled my photos looking for when things changed. People faded in to the background before I arrived in Japan. The UK lockdown seems to be a turning point. My daily photo challenge, carried out on the permitted exercise walk, seems to have been the trigger. With so few people around I took to shooting the mundane for something to do. Japan brought the shiny lights back into focus, and the new and exciting took over. As familiarity has nested, so my photography has turned back to the everyday. Things forgotten on street corners, buildings with interesting details, markings on the road.
But not people.
They are there. Usually in the background or used as an object to enhance the composition of the real subject. Occasionally “Rule 4” applies, and they’re captured up close as they wander into shot.
These are exceptions.
Maybe familiarity will bring an interest in people back. Maybe not. At the moment I seem determined to catalogue every raised expressway in the local area.
“Did you take my photograph?” she asked.