Taryn - Newbury Street, Boston
I've barely taken a few dozen street portraits (and only a third of them have been good enough to post) and I've already begun to wonder why I do it, and whether it makes sense to go on. At times I get frustrated by my poor technical skills, at times I wonder if this is some kind of exercise in art or futility.
And then I meet someone like this. And I know. It's not about me, or photography or art. It's all about these people, "discovering" them and sharing them with the world. She was hard to describe. Childlike, wondrous, fragile, ethereal, yet full of life, as if she emerged from a fairy tale - a real-life Alice in Wonderland.
Of the 4-8 shots I typically take of each stranger I usually struggle to find one sharp, well-focused photo with a nice expression. Every one of the photos of Taryn was a keeper - different and charming in its own way.
Whenever I am tempted to give up on this project I will look at her photo to remind myself that you just never know what amazing people you might meet the next time you wander the streets.
I know that people often ask those who take street portraits "How do you do it? How can you just walk up to a stranger and ask them for a picture?" When I look at Taryn I wonder "How can you NOT?"
I am going to borrow a phrase from Benoit Paillé and say something very much unlike me but if you don't view this large you are stupid. :)