Wandering through urban canyons of concrete. Hard light or soft it's all lines & shape. Every step forward transforms the relationships in the frame.
“The creative act lasts but a brief moment, a lightning instant of give-and-take, just long enough for you to level the camera and to trap the fleeting prey in your little box.” – Henri Cartier-Bresson
I had come to exercise technique in using my most important piece of photographic kit, my brain. Patrick pushed me to keep moving all the time... quickly shoot, move, shoot, move.
Ohh I missed that shot, it doesn't matter.. don't obsess, look for the next one, keep pushing.
After a while a rhythm develops, it's like a heart beat.. quiet but steady, always driving forward. The mind & eye working in conjunction with the hands, responding automatically to a flood of visual stimuli, filtering and condensing into little frames everywhere.. it starts to feel almost robotic but with a sense purpose.
At some point Patrick asked me what I was thinking, I answered 'nothing.. I am actually thinking nothing.. just observing and responding'. It's a very free feeling.. to let go of ultimate control, embrace randomness.
Daybreak.. there's nothing like it. Especially when viewed from a few thousand feet. The getting up and out of bed is drudgery, the payoff... peace, tranquility, changing light & a quiet anticipation for an entire day about to unfold.