Exercise in and of itself doesn’t excite me. But I like riding my bike or going for a walk, but just don’t call it exercise. I like to get active with a camera around my neck, walking up and down the Pearl St. Mall in Boulder, or the alleys behind it, or the 16th St. Mall in Denver or some of the other urban neighborhoods.
Some street photographers stand and wait for subjects to align with backgrounds. I find that doesn’t work for me. I need to be on the move. And when I am, things are coming toward me, and I’m approaching other things, there’s a lot to watch for. And life presents itself. Little moments. Ready to capture.
This one sort of tells a story I’m glad I caught. I was following the guy with his arms around the two girls, and that was a fine capture, but the look on the face of they guy looking at them, walking alone, made it for me.
Must keep walking. Must keep going. The more I look, the more I see and find and create. Anytime I’m out, there’s a chance for an image to present itself. It never happens when I stay inside. I know this. And I get some exercise!