Well. To be frank, some of the fingers weren’t that bad. Some I deserved, all I strangely like. I kind of naïvely smile in the depth of my people-loving mind…
I love people, I really do. That might also be one of the main reasons why I like street photography so much. People and their everyday business are extraordinary.
While in Lisbon a month ago, I met many interesting people. One of the most memorable moments is one in Alfama. Where two women, half seriously, half for fun discussed what football team is the best. Becausecheering for Benfica or Sporting is not always a laughing matter, I can assure you.
I’ve shown you a pic of Tia Benfica before. Here a series of her discussing important issues with a friend and relative, right i front of us having a glass of wine (or two).
Not all pics I took, just some. I’m not finished with all the nice pics from Lisbon a month ago, so I’ll add a few more later on but still, here is a start… (click).
I’m passionate about my street photography. But also try not to be possessive of knowledge or claiming I have enough knowledge. One of the great goals in my life is to constantly learn and to help others. It’s a feel good thing, really.
With my good friend and fellow street photographer Daniel Eliasson, I’ve written a basic course in street photography. The first course/work shop was in Swedish, but less than a year ago I translated the course into English.
We claim that street photography is a great discipline for learning more about your own way of taking pictures, of your camera(s) and of others in the urban environment. And – tada – this bit-sized course is totally free. Why don’t you try it too?
Och. Kursen finns naturligtvis även på svenska (klicka).
Another picture from Lisbon, where the backdrop means a lot. Colourful houses helps, right?
Within a couple a weeks, I’ll add a gallery with several of my Lisbon pictures…
Just came back from Lisbon yesterday, after five intensive days of shooting. One fun memory was of this lady – putting on a show for us as she and a relative were fighting over Benfica and Sporting. I call her “Tia Benfica”, approx auntie Benfica…
On the train to Gothenburg, as I was prepping my camera, I couldn’t resist taking a picture of this girl.
She was doing the exact same thing as so many other do on a train – looking out the window.
Sometimes you just see people aiming at something you can’t see yourself. But their faces are magic.
Early day, just before the stores open. Why are they left behind?