The unplanned nature of this wandering produced I think, a candid personal view of a city through my lens. Many photos and words behind them are superficial to what lies beneath. I think more natural photos are the best. Shadows, disappearing horizons, night shots, architecture and beauties who would traipse through now and then made them more exciting. I added some notes a year later not because I was trying at documentary, but because most are famous in this city, and should be noted. So it’s superficiality is perhaps an illusion unseen things and stories that echo behind the images. They are illusions of reality of life, and emotion.
There isn’t enough time to say everything and so it becomes superficial and most of the deeper elements go unsaid.
Shelley writes in “Hymn To Intellectual Beauty”
“Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance”.
Photos visit us too with some unseen power.