I think my way of life and photography might be in direct opposition to people-watching. My camera and I look through, past and between people.
I take many more photos of animals than people. And yet, candid photos of animals – they don’t exist. Animals always know you are there with your camera, they just don’t care which profile is better or how many likes they get. 😉
I have months of photos without a single (unknown) person in them. I can go to Rome, always crowded as it is, and have zero people in all the photos. People-watching, if you think about it, is a bit like staring and staring is rude. Just as I don’t like being stared at, I don’t do it myself.
So, it’s been easy going through my archives: countryside, countryside, leaves, toads, geese, clouds, sea, trees, sky, bestia, amore, parents, doors, doors, doors, doors, buildings, cars, insects, plants, food, sister, friends, doors, oh did I say doors?
But sometimes my camera disobeys. My camera believes that it should belong to a paparazzo and it could make us lots of money. These were such moments.
But first, as I promised to Mr. Equinoxio, here is the Slovenian cover of The Little Prince in action from some moments ago. It was published in 1985 in Ljubljana in the collection called Biseri (Pearls), translated by poet Ivan Minatti, and bought for 4600 Yugoslav Dinars. Equinoxio has been known for his pot-pourris and photos of randomly encountered Travellers, as he calls them. Here is my Mali princ, the ultimate traveller, in Tuscany, of all places.
And here are my random travellers – even though as the gallery progresses, they are getting less and less random.