I took a few pictures with the Hasselblad today, that isn’t one of them. It’s a magnificent camera, the first camera I got when I started making pictures with some semblance of seriousness. I chose that camera for a few reasons, and the most influential of which is the fact that you look down into it, at waist level. That camera does not exist as a barrier between photorapher and subject, but rather as a curious third party to be commented on and observed in turn. 

If you treat the camera right, make the right jokes, and ask the right questions, the photograph can be a thing you three do together, and not something you’re doing to or about the person you’re making an image of. 

It doesn’t always work, it’s as lot of camera. But sometimes it does, and when it does, it’s special. 

I’m only really interested in photographing people, even after these past few months of seeing fewer and fewer of them. 

Living in the country, with all its various projects and distances has really shown me how low of a priority socialization is for me.

My housemate teaches at a school, the sort of place where socialization is a full contact sport.

My partner works in a coffee shop, which has a sort of marathon quality to its meet and greet. 

I myself go into town on Mondays.

That or I’ll get lunch with a friend, but only infrequently. 

It makes it hard to make pictures of people, is what I’m getting at.