Sometimes, I like to be on the outside looking in. Â Or rather, looking in at them while they are looking out. Â The window people. Â Those in doorways or sitting on porches. Â They’re looking out at the world, the start of a new day, or the end of one. Â They are contemplating, people watching, working things out, watching in the hope of seeing something worth seeing. Â They are beginning.
I am them. Â I stand at a window looking out at the busy streets. Â I am reminded of where I live, which is strange because how could I forget. Â I watch, contemplate, smile, wonder, and always see something worth seeing.
When I photograph a stranger at the window, I wonder what they are thinking. Â I invade their privacy for a brief snap, not to offend, but because they are worth seeing. Â If they catch me, I smile and hope they smile back. Â The photo may be blurry, or something else in focus. Â But I remember that I’m not a photographer, I’m a traveler in the moment, seeing what I see.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,
we must carry it with us or we find it not.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson