Hey there!
My latest post was about my random encounter with this interesting fellow in Tbilisi - Nick the fisherman - and in my overly obsessed process of writing it and choosing the right pictures, I've noticed a funny and weird little thing about them. I don't know, maybe it won't be that weird to you. Maybe it's just this feeling in my head. An observation tricking me into thinking it somewhat unique - and not in a good way.
I've gone through the other pictures I took there (before meeting Nick, which was probably my last session in Georgia) and I noticed that they don't express any excitement like you would expect from pictures taken in a different country. Trying to observe them through a different set of eyes, they don't feel like pictures a tourist would take (if there's even such a thing).
I've also checked the pictures I took while exploring Bucharest's streets, and even though I really like all of them (in the context of how I usually observe the street), they still all "lack" - in my opinion - the same exact thing, when examined all together, as one collection of frames. No broadness. No culture. No locals.
Even with my stubbornness of not photographing any humans, there's still no sense, whatsoever, of where they live, or what sort of weirdness they hold in their own unique bubble. It's as if I never get attacked by a sense of urgency to capture the country's own beauty, before it's too late.
I still haven't managed to figure this one out. It's either I'm too afraid to invade the locals privacy, or my politeness has no boundaries - the fear of being a stranger - or maybe that's just who I am. Just someone who somehow always feels at home, and so it doesn't even occur to me that I'm hunting these specific scenes as if it's all the same everywhere; as if, when I finally arrive back home, it will all feel the same to me.
Maybe I've reached this famous (and scary) moment in time again, when my own taste and curiosity in photography requires a new round of shake-ups. I guess It's a good thing. We all have that sometimes, don't we? The feeling that we might accidentally got ourselves stuck in a loop. I'm in cyprus now for at least 2 months. This might be the time to dig in.
That being said, I just remembered that this picture of a plastic plant I shot in a Bucharest Airbnb apartment - is one of my all-time favorites.
This is an entry post for the #monomad challenge curated by @monochromes
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