Photo and Personal Style ~ Photography called Street, Part 2

I couldn't wait any longer, I had to go. I had to breath that city air. I had to walk across those car infested streets. And most importantly, I had to photograph it all.

I went back on the streets two days after I had first gone, as a photographer. The atmosphere just pulled me in like a vacuum collecting dust from a shaggy carpet. I started off my second day completely different compared to my first day, I was full of confidence and desire of capturing the city. I began with an image that I feel correctly separates the multiple elements of tampa's downtown  park.

Then something awesome happened. I encountered the "City Posse" as I'd like to call them. Separate  they all had character to spare, but together they created such an amazing scene in my mind. But why write about it when I can show you....

After I had taken this picture the two dudes on bikes began doing some of their BMX tricks and I couldn't help take pictures. 

And finish it off with a portrait!

City Alive

I continued on my journey through the city and encountered more of the things that had originally sucked my attention from my first visit. I began to see more of a subtleness to the city life, that lived inside the insanity. This included:

A traveling band, on bike

The relationships between the city workers 

Just seeing these "raw" moments made me feel the sense of being a scribe for human life in the city, just like the first time I came. 

And then a style revealed itself:

I call this "Mr. Jackson"

This one is "Runway Street"

The character these two individuals gave made me feel like I was watching super models from 1950's Bronx, it just blew me away.

The Picture

After encountering the "Duo from Bronx" I had decided to return to the park I had started at, but I took a different route. I'm so glad I did.

I decided to take a path between some buildings (instead of the sidewalk) and while I was walking I saw a giant hole between two buildings. It gave me this kind of vibe that means I'm looking at something unique, so I studied it further and this is what I saw.

This is by far one of my favorite pictures that I have taken. Since I do no editing of my pictures after pressing the shutter I took about twenty pictures (good ones) before I felt confident enough to look away. It was another story trying to walk away. 

The Park

At the park I found a large group of children playing in the Fountain Springs and it was awesome seeing the incredible smiles on their faces from simply running through jets of water. I got some really awesome pictures of the children playing, while trying to not seem like a creeper to the parents haha:

It was such an incredible day. Being able to experience such moments in the lives of other individuals, and capture incredible parts of the city was what makes street photography an art that I think will never stop blowing people's minds, especially my own.

I hope you enjoyed reading this blog. I've been very busy for the past couple of months with college as a premed student (I'm a self taught photographer). But I hope the length of this post makes up for the time lost :). 

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Photo and Personal Style ~ Photography called Street

Grab my camera and my 50mm lens, drive into the Downtown area, walk up to a random stranger whip out the Canon AND.....stand there. lol, yup that's what happened. It's incredibly hard and difficult (for the first time ever) to take a picture of someone completely random in the streets. I'd have an easier time taking pictures of a tiger while I'm inside the cage with a Philly Cheese tied onto my back. 

Well once I got over the idea of creeper status being hung around my neck, I decided to go for it. It was still difficult, this was one of my first captures:

Suckish work for what I hold myself to. But I kept on going and working for those magical images I had seen on the web to make inspiration and desire kick me out into the streets. As I progressed throughout my first day out on the streets the first thing I noticed was how artistic the city can be. I never really noticed it since I never actually took the perspective of a photographer in the city. Finding this out gave me a little bit more inspiration and I started getting better pics:

The more pics I took the more I began to start figuring the best things to do in order to feel more comfortable and produce better pics; I began talking to people and getting to know them a bit and my usual "pick-up line" was, "Hi! I'm a street photographer, can I get a picture?", and it worked like a charm every single time: 

Love this one

By the end of the day I had experienced a field of photography that was completely foreign to me, before that point. When I had only about 1 hour left I began to experiment a bit and like a rock to the face I discovered the ABSOLUTE MAGIC of "Shooting from the Hip". It was like a Chocolate Milk: AMAZING lol. Anyways, I started doing some interesting angles:

And as I had mentioned before I discovered the magic of City Architectural Photography:

With the end of the day coming and finally getting home and taking a shower after the Florida rain had me more wet than a lake I started reflecting on my latest adventure, and I felt realized a new connection in my life. I felt personally involved in the lives of the complete strangers I had photographed. I felt like they would represent a relationship in my life completely separated but not unaware of their existence. Seeing the "typical" business person walk around town and the Homeless (some within a family of homeless, which is something incredible that I realized, others completely separated from the world) sitting on the side of the road or selling little crosses made of palm leaves made me feel like I was the author of their novels; their personal Scribe. It was aw inspiring to feel that for someone I had never met, and it was something I had never felt with anyone else, even if I knew them. This feeling was what made me go back.....to be continued.