I haven’t picked up my camera in months, and for the first time in a long time, I’m not beating myself up about it. Normally, I’m one of those people who never leaves the house without a camera slung over a shoulder or tucked into a coat pocket.
Street photography is my default language, my way of keeping pace with the world. But lately, the colder weather has slowed everything down. The nights draw in early, the wind stings your fingers, and the idea of standing on a street corner waiting for the right moment feels less like a joy and more like a test of endurance.
