rubbish left by residents

Making pictures of people is a great pleasure and a permanent source of surprise. Posing a person for a picture, always with some other past picture of another person in mind, the one before the lens will always be different. If there is going to be honesty, then people will never look the same, they will not even have the imagined appearance. Real people are neither professional models nor actors. They may woodenly do what they are told to do, or they may simply refuse. But the picture will not be a picture of them themselves, it will be an imitation of someone else or of another situation. A dilemna, and it is a question of honesty on the part of the one taking the picture.

The strange pictures of the beautiful people at the party last week. They were a group of people the greater part of which were solely interested in displaying themselves. There was not much to do but to hide behind the camera and let them show their worth to their peers. It was easy. And later on, just the simple work of adjusting the tones to show things as they were  visible to all. Nothing more, there is no complication and no problem.

The skin on the face has become taught with sunburn now. The hat worn on the walk by the river yesterday helped, but the problem remains. The strain of exercising the body makes itself felt, and the steadily increasing age makes itself felt too.

And it is early in the morning, hear the municipal employees outside working to collect the rubbish left outside the door by the residents.