First Photos of Spring, and Voyeuristic Behaviour
My wonderful neighbourhood.
I always feel strange walking through the little tunnel. I become aware of every little sound. Is someone following?
I’m starting to get used to the construction. This will be the location of the new arena. At least the cranes look elegant.
A photo-shoot. It does kind of look like the model is propositioning her photographers. But I suppose that’s the key — she is luring her viewers.
Very solitary. I am one with the chair.
The new way to walk a dog. They were on a roll, too.
Lots of looking on the square. Looking. Looking.
Just the entertainment.
This woman looked extraordinarily sad. What’s on her mind?
I tried to capture their smiling faces.
He was very self-conscious. Maybe because I was pointing a camera at him.
Sick of myself, I decided to go for a walk.
I noticed that everything is built around looking. Taking photos is viewing. People are constantly watching other people. Even with my camera I blended in because I was just another watcher. Observer.