Street photography is a wide genre by definition.
It started with life in motion captures, moved through more cerebral, often humour fuelled stages of evolution then got a little lost, a little vague, lacking clear definition.
Today I had a mini revival, then an epiphany.
In Kobe, a much more interesting city for street than Kyoto, I found a spark.
Great light, new vistas and a more “real life” place let me shoot with more intent, but the other side of street shooting in Japan, the “watch your manners” contradiction came to bare. I was told off for taking a shot of a building, but the scolder thought some people, which I did plenty of, so I will take my lumps.
Then, responding to the art of another, I had a little fun with this composition.
Perfect Bokeh.
This may be my goodbye to the genre for me. Lacking purpose and engagement, I am done I feel.
I choose to define myself instead as a composition based “found things” shooter, not a street shooter by trade or hobby.
Harmless little things that usually go un-noticed.