Street photography, specifically Japanese street shooting for me, is done.
This trip there was a shift in my perceptions, the tolerance of the Japanese for crude tourist habits and on a deeper level, I felt no connection to the craft.
I guess this is inevitable. Everything grows then dies, but before we went, I did not honestly think it would end completely. My love of street photography has been keeping me going for a while now and the lack of it was blamed for my creative funk.
Funk alive, street photography dead.
Where to now?
People who are aware of or alternatively oblivious of me, video of events, landscapes, found things, abstracts.
Beauty in the obvious.
Back to my roots in some ways and to the things that define my work also.
Beauty in ugliness.