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my first street photography
I was recently reminded (when I was looking a box of random stuff) that my street-photography efforts started much earlier than what I remembered. If you’d asked me prior to this discovery, I would have said 2022 or so marked the beginning.
But here’s proof that I actually did a bit of street photography in the summer of 1967, while on a family trip to Mexico.
Also, check out the guitars for sale in the background…
family photo, scanned
Toluca, Mexico
photographed summer 1967
italian fashion is for real
In case you were wondering, there IS something eye-catching and a little bit exciting in Italian fashion. It is beautiful and it looks effortless (but I bet it’s not!). And somehow, even though we were melting in the heat, the fashionably-dressed Sicilians always looked fresh and comfortable. (Except maybe the ones wearing those very tall shoes…)
Ragusa Ibla, Sicily
photographed 9.7.2022
holds the treasure you seek
I can’t remember how I found this grotto, but that doesn’t really matter too much: the point is that I did find it.
Ragusa Ibla, Sicily
photographed 9.7.2022
jesus and roses
The thing about traveling in a group of photographers is that sometimes they get clumped up because everyone needs (Needs, I say!) that shot from that angle in that light of that Duomo. Or whatever. It can (and did) get frustrating. But if I hadn’t been all pissy way back there at the back of the clump, I probably wouldn’t have noticed the shrine in the wall. And I still got the obligatory shot of the Duomo.
Ragusa Ibla, Sicily
photographed 9.7.2022
as the waves softened us
That night in the warm darkness, I could hear conversations in Italian on my right and, behind me, conversations in English. I sat alone with my thoughts, listening to the waves roll across the sun-heated sand and marveling at the way my life had turned out that I was there on the shores of the Mediterranean on a full-moon night with a camera in my hand.
Erelcea Minoa, Sicily
photographed 9.7.2022
One Day | One Image 