By jlinaresp on Skatehive
Going out into the streets of my town to take photographs isn't always a completely relaxing activity, free of tension and complications. For example, sometimes I find myself walking towards me on a deserted street. And then that other self (the one coming down the street) insists on keeping me company while I wander around taking pictures. This is quite Kafkaesque, in my opinion, because "that other self" tends to appear shamelessly, exposing my flaws, as if its mere presence were meant to tell me, "After all, you're not exactly a straight shooter doing what you love." But over time, I've learned to deal with this being who appears without warning and talks to me (after all, it's me, and I can't send it away). So, while he broods over his aversions and prejudices, I very diplomatically nod my head and, without giving him time to dwell on his hatred, say, "Come on, let's take some pictures together, and I'll let you title them." And that's when his face changes, and I understand that h