Self admittedly, I ruined this roll of film. A fifth of Vodka ruins a lot of things. Nevertheless, with homemade Screwdrivers in my bag and Death Cab for Cutie in my ears it was an amazing, almost surreal experience to drift aimlessly amongst the grandeur and pace of San Franscicos' city streets.
Granted, a couple of these images made the roll, albeit from different cities.
This being said, these images are, for me, a resounding proof that my passion for Street Photography is lost in this city. The city streets of San Francisco move in much the same manner my body and mind do. An abundance of juxtapositions and compositions are offered on every city street. I can see them. I can feel them.
The atrophied dog unwilling or unable to peek at the curious stranger taking his masters photo, the observance of those in the external connected to the internal via mobile devices, the man peeking back at the Asian girls bum, the compositions which exude juxtapositions which portray social disparity ... it's all there.
My only regret is having so little time.
I guess I shall have to remedy this..
:)
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