Can you find beauty in those whom you disagree with? Can you appreciate moments of beauty beyond bias? In the moment I took this shot, I had to.
I have lost how many times I have seen this bullhorn preacher on corners over the years. He will find a spot, set up his bullhorn, his bible, and his tablet and starts shouting. He speaks of a god of love while telling people who smoke, women who he deems to be dressed provocatively, and others that they they will go to hell if they do not repent.
I never take pictures of him because I do not want to encourage his behavior and offer him the attention he seeks. I have a bias. Seeped in that bias is that I used to be an evangelical. Seeped in that bias is my political, social, and (non)religious views. But something beautiful
What do you have to do to get to the moment? Will you go with the crowd or find another way?
On Labor Day at was at a festival in Naperville, Illinois. It is a suburb of chicago. I am in the arcade game area which had a narrow passage. Ahead of me I saw a man with a great hat on. I could not get a good angle on him from where I was and he was working his way through the crowd. I had to get ahead of him if I wanted the shot.
My only path was around and not through. I had to leave the main path and get up into a grass hill between the main path and local buildings. I trotted my way up and around to get to where he would be coming through the crowd.
He saw me coming around and he knew my intentions. What I did not know is he was with his kids and wanted the
Do you choose the moment everyone is watching or do you choose the people reacting to the moment? Which is the decisive moment? Which one freezes time that is unforgettable?
Labor Day. Naperville is a suburb of Chicago that hosted an event. Concerts on a main stage, carnival rides, carnival games, and food. It was one of the most crowded event I have been socially since shelter in place happened. Any of my Zine Documentary readers will know from my last issue, The Masks We Wear, that I take Covid-19 seriously and adhere to guidelines as best I can.
If you put a lot o
Are you a prisoner of rules? Do you serve the rules or do the rules serve you? I have never been a fan of rules. Someone dear to me once told me that conventions are good, rules restrict.
A lattice supports the vine so it can grow, but it does not control the vine or tell the vine how to be a vine, it merely gives a structure. The same is true of a rule or convention.
The rule of odds is a composition rule taught to many first year photographers and beginning enthusiasts. It is often taught on the heels of the rule of thirds. The rule of odds, as defined succinctly by Digital Photography Schoo
There are many expressions of street photography. I mainly practice two forms. The street portrait and the candid moment. The candid moment contains controversy. Some feel it is voyeuristic. For me, the candid form of street photography is a practice in art, journalism, anthropology, sociology, and psychology. This is a candid moment and one that contains tension.
Due to the success of the first week of the new book, “Portraits of Expectations: Coping Beauty” we are green lighting our Green Zine Docs Magazine!
Street photography, since Eugène Atget took to the streets of Paris at the turn of the 20th century, has been a documentary of decisive moments in time. They are snapshots of us and have become a part of our history and an important glimpse into who we are, have been, and will become.
This magazine is an important part of the legacy of street photography, photojournalism, and documentaries with stories that just can’t be told in a blog or an insta at the same level.
What we doing is producing bi monthly themed documentaries anc