It really wasn't that enjoyable living in India as a white man. Back in Scotland I am working class but several thousand miles away I was a cash cow. And fair enough, as difficult as it was remotely functioning in the third world I was incredibly privileged. Even the $500 camera on my back spoke volume about where I came from, probably.
When I first landed I was too afraid to engage with the faces I saw, I instead focused on stray cats and dogs, and jumping spiders. I even went as far to sell my portrait lens to buy a telezoom from the local megamall, just so I could ignorantly snap at the poverty around me without having to engage with it. Shameful, I know.
I soon learnt to improve my ways and start conversations, before dumping that tele zoom lens ass and buying a nice 28mm. This would put me right back into the action and it did, and I improved as a person. A win win.
Anyway that's all from me today, I will just leave you in peace with some further images to enjoy. I'm fairly certain I've never shared any of these. Didn't snaps from the same place and time yes, and subject but a different take on my favourite shots from my folio.
Have a nice day,
Cotton.
such wonderful storytelling and you're right - 28mm is the best for the documentary photography
!LUV
28mm is king, much more fun too!
Thank you for your kind words 💪
my favorite Focal length as well :-)
my pleasure
Always a pleasure, keep up the fantastic curating you do!
Awww, not being regarded as a bot is cool.... ;) Thank you!