The more I shoot, the more difficult it becomes. Every run needs to be better or at least different than the previous ones. Changing goes slow, growing even slower. I've noticed I can only look, observe and shoot this intensively for no more than two hours. Then the alertness fades, the pace slows down, doubt and indecisiveness kicks in, nothing seems worth photographing anymore. 
But those first thirty minutes after a little warming up, with a fresh mind, fresh eyes and a smile on your face make my day. See and perhaps almost sense everything, nothing can distract me, nobody can obstruct me, the streets are mine. Some lovely thirty minutes, every time again.
The Dress
His Masters Books
Too close
Easy Rider
Young at heart
Layered Reality
And a dog without a face
Tiles and attention
Sunday Morning
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