Chili nuts
Hey,👋
the photo isn’t formally great, but I like them together and specially I like chili nuts
True, Weston got nuts with his peppers, even if not being actually hot. But, these ones seem to be a lot. A lot hot, I mean.
Perhaps I had not real intention today, but in the way maybe I got several emblematic shots during a short walk.
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Everything started here, I took another one after being interested for those flowers on the car. It’s pure white, fresh and spontaneous just on the black shiny metal. But it wasn’t what I wanted. Later I got this one and it’s for me so appealing.
Perhaps there’s in it the shadows of those funerary cars and the rebirth in the flowers. And that reflection showing the street and the blue sky. And that yellow truck…
Yes, everything works in the photograph.
About this other, it seems to be nothing new in it, random guy, random dog, random crossroad. But if you think so, just look and think it again…
No, it’s not the pants are also crossroad style, I’ve seen tons like that, and yeah, sometimes are ok. But here the yellow is a fantasy and legs and legs are fully synchronized. There is a kind of contortion in that guy, like in the Arbus’ grenade kid (allow me that). Even sandals work fine.
And about this, what is this? It’s interesting, a kind of shadow without object, it seems. A trap, a lobster trap hanging in a wall turned into something new. Something different.
Of course that’s not what expected from a digital shot, one of an ordinary object hanging in the street beside a shop door.
Photography is too attached to the real many times, and here the uncentred trap just on the salmon wall sings a salm.
The tourist couple isolated against the dark remembers us about things that really matter in photography. Light and shadow, patterns, composition or anti composition. One doesn’t know well whether what’s more important between the rules and the approach that breaks them.
The same as in the trap the lack of balance makes the balance itself. This isn’t just talking about talking. It’s the fact that this is actually street photography. Not any kind of graphic narrative about a particular place.
These few photographs really talk Photography language. Or, are tourists, those tourists, all tourists, lost in darkness?
I asked this man for a photo and he agreed, before explaining he was going to grill some peppers. They weren’t still there, he was only getting embers ready.
It’s not the way a candid photograph is taken but both the man and the guy at the back are there in their own job without any pose. And that’s good.
In this last shot when I was going to get the car after the short walk, the cloud called me. It’s a smaller one, but even so it was there in the shallow middle of the blue, like windy and hairy.
Car parks aren’t maybe photogenic, but silver is silver. The sky is too high but post and signal make a good job among palm trees. The photograph is not a poem, but it caught a lost verse.