Reactions to a Street Photographer

 Street photography captures people (well, most of the time…) in their natural moment. That means the photographer should not alter the posture, action or behavior of the subject.

There are techniques one learns to achieve the above. How to be inconspicuous, how to predict a scene just about to happen and be ready for that one click, and how to avoid eye contact with the subject. Of course, the camera used is also of importance – a hug, loud and clumsy camera will certainly be noticed by all around. And when one puts a camera in front of his face and points it to a subject, the moment is often interfered with and changed. That is why a favorite camera remains a TLR (Twin Lens Reflex) when one looks down into the viewfinder and subjects do not know a picture is being taken. The TLR was built for film photography, although (for those who can financially afford it) Rolleiflex now makes digital versions of that camera.

Recently I have many wildlife representatives around my house. Deer, peccary (javelin) and cougar (mountain lion) pay daily visits and sometimes allow me to come close enough for “street photography”. I have to admit that I have not seen the cougar up close, and, I really do not want to!

So, I decided to capture the look these animals have when I get close to them with a 1950’s Rolleiflex!

… The deer was first. A young doe was crossing the street when I whistled a few times. She stopped and got curious. I slowly moved closer. When I printed the photo, after enlarging it quite a bit, I noticed the look. It was a curious yet surprised look. There was actually an expression that one can identify with as a human.

… Peccary look like wild boar, but they are a different species. They get large in neighborhood where food is easily available for minimal work. They destroy gardens and uproot many plants. They can also attack dogs to protect their young in the spring and summer.

This one was uprooting small tree saplings in my yard. I came close and she gave me that silly look. Then went back to being destructive!

Woman in Paris. I love taking photos of women wearing a beret. I find it nostalgic and am always amazed how personality of a woman can be discovered by the way she tilts, folds, wrinkles or plays with her beret. This woman was in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral and clearly a rebel in her clothing style. She saw me walking around with my Mamiya 645 and guessed that I would take a photo of her. Her reaction? She ignored me with a body language that said “ I am not going to look at you, but if you want a photo, here it is!”

Woman in Morocco. She also knew I was taking photos. Her reaction? She shut her eyes. It always amazes me that people try to “escape” a photographer by shutting their eyes. “If I do not see you, you do not exist”….

Woman in South Africa. She was aware that although I did not have a camera in front of my face, I was still taking photos with that strange looking and old camera. So, she played another evasive role: “I will be subtle in posing for you, without admitting that I know you are taking photos.”

…And so it goes.

July 27, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

Das Volk Dichtet

Indeed, “the people create poetry.”

While walking with my dog next to an impromptu water run-off due to the heavy rains, I saw this piece of concrete that had been painted upon. There would have been nothing attractive about the old stone wall in the background and the slab of concrete. Except that now it was a canvas and a frame.

Someone had given the ordinary moment and environment an extra-terrestrial feel!

… Perhaps the best poems are the ones that do not use words, cadence or rhyme. Perhaps it is the act of transforming the ordinary into the memorable. The terrestrial into another sphere. And the otherwise unattractive what a man walking his dog would bring back home as a great moment.

July 26, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

Anthropomorphism with Street Mops

Years ago, I took a photo of mops in Taipei during my early morning walk. Somehow the impromptu frame appealed to me from a cultural angle, as the texture of the background and the “attitude” of the mops did fit perfectly in the framework of Asian hospitality I cherished for decades. And I was not alone in that impression, as this photo became popular in Taiwan.

A few days ago I came across another street moment, again involving mops. As I saw them leaning on the chain, I smiled. Almost the same mops, but a totally different attitude! But I did not feel the calm I had felt when I clicked my 1969 Nikon F in Taipei – this time it was tenser. These mops seemed either exhausted or worried.

…When I looked at the new photo, I wondered: what I saw in those moments were they the attitudes of the mops or my own mindset?

July 21, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

Look Past your Thoughts and you May Drink the Pure Nectar of this Moment – Rumi

I am not a wildlife photographer, but life is all I photograph.

Two mornings ago I sat in my usual spot on the balcony just before sunset, to have my coffee. My dog already had his morning walk and was sleeping under my chair. I had added new nectar water to the humming bird feeder and waited for them to have their breakfast before me.

Soon, I could hear the high rolling pitch of wings and the first humming bird came to drink. It is part of my morning ceremony to watch them enjoy the sugary water and fly back and forth. This morning there were two of them competing for that nectar. Their fast flight and challenging each other for the best water hole was most enjoyable to watch.

I had not taken pictures of them before. After all, they are birds and I have not looked for a story behind their drinking from the feeder. But, given the farandole of aerial dancing these two did, decided to test how my 1970s Nikkor–H 180mm would do in low light and fast moving subjects. I opened the lens to its fullest at 2.8.

After a few clicks, I saw a large bee in my viewfinder. It was flying around the feeder. I knew that the watering hole was too narrow for a bee to get in – it is made for the long and slim beak of the hummingbird. Yet, the bee smelled the sugary nectar and was eager to get its share.

Then something amazing happened. The bee sat on the tail of the hummingbird and waited for it to drink. When the hummingbird flew away, the bee went to the water hole. The process was repeated numerous times. I could not see the bee on the feeder, but guessed that there were some droplets of the nectar that smeared the edge of the hole when the hummingbird retracted its beak from it.

And the bee got its share.

This symbiotic cooperation was unknown to me, but this is a world where I do not venture a lot. It was my 180mm lens that got me closer to see and celebrate.

Unknowingly, I had gone past my thoughts and this observation was my own nectar of discovery.

… I put my camera down, rubbed my dog behind the ears, and watched the first rays of the sun paint the mountain top in orange and gold.

July 19, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017