Although my first foray into street photography yesterday was filled with discomfort, the satisfaction born of that surprising result, when reviewing the images last night, completely overpowered all my previous resistance.
This intense satisfaction acted as pure fuel, becoming the direct impulse for me to go out again today. I returned to the fashionable vibrancy of SoHo, wandering its streets and alleys for nearly two hours, where the camera captured even more vivid, fleeting moments.
New York, with its ceaseless rhythm and complex, diverse populace, is undoubtedly the ultimate canvas for this genre. Considering how long I resided here without ever using my lens to capture these ephemeral city slices, I feel a genuine sense of regret that this new practice is only beginning now.
Fortunately, it is not too late. This recent awakening allowed me to finally grasp the meaning of street photography: it is a dedicated preservation of the contemporary atmosphere of the moment.
