Where the Day Takes You

You cannot plan magic.

There is a healthy amount of crap in this world, a constant churning of bitterness and ugliness. But there is also joy and fucking beauty. You just have to look for it.

Be open. Be available. Be patient. Search, explore, hunt and do not give up.

There have been so many days where my right hand hovered over the shutter release button for hours and I never fired off a shot. So many fruitless streets, abandoned neighborhoods, empty homes. And then you turn the corner, and there is a funeral in the hills of Phnom Penh, a drunken morning karaoke session in Manila, a babushka walking her cow in Ukraine.

To be fair, many people could take the photographs I take. There is no monstrous secret technique that I have, no access to celebrities. But people do not take the photos I take because they are unwilling to forsake any planning and to be wide open and available to this world.

You have to give in and see where the day takes you.

Be Open. Get Close. Wear Comfy Shoes.