They asked of her “Where’s Dan? He was with us but a moment ago” Resigned she replies “Oh he stopped to take photographs… he’ll catch up.”
Extract from “The lament of the photographer’s wife”
translated from the original Middle English by Prof William J Murray
I don’t consider myself an artist; I’m an addict. Everywhere I go I see photographs. If I can capture them with a camera I can at least get them out of my head. Unfortunately I will die haunted by the echoes of the many photographs I failed to give birth to.
My Street photography is an ongoing project so new images will be added here periodically.