Street wave. Part 1

Every day, when writing each post, I am surprised at how creative waves work. I will not get tired of repeating what I have noticed for many years in a row: when I am on one frequency, I do not want to photograph certain subjects, and when on another, then others.

I have filmed moonrises, sunsets, flowering vegetation and different weather conditions many times and in the wake of the reportage I want to do it.

Moreover, I even get a buzz from it and satisfaction from the work done.

But when the cosmic spiritual frequency engulfs me, it's like I don't care about the moon, the snowfall, how and where it blooms.

In space (in a state where I feel and feel the world, where I just like to be in some spaces) I just don't pay attention to everyday things.

These are very important aspects in photography, because according to these criteria, you can quickly teach a particular genre.

But to simultaneously feel everything and be creative in a reportage way ... alas, it does not work. These are two extremes, two opposites, like plus and minus, like day and night...

It is, of course, all interconnected and overlapping.

That is, I also shoot courtyards with dugouts with some kind of creative approach, but it is very poorly manifested and the main criterion is a sense of space.

But I also feel something in the street, only the physics of the picture comes to the fore: shadows, spots, people, color, light, geometry.

And the feelings are only later...

Spring is not over yet, but I have already managed to ride all the genre waves.

I tried to understand when and why I connect to this reporting frequency and concluded that it happens exactly every year in the spring.

There are partial connections in autumn and winter.

I went to the dugouts a couple of times for the sake of experiment, to check how I would feel on the reportage wave among them.

I thought I would find some new approach to them...but I couldn't take a single frame both times, because I don't feel anything at all...

And I felt uneasy...Am I closed?

To be continued...