I heard a really great photographer saying once that photography is not only about keeping your own memories and family souvenirs.. photography is about people.. The other people.
Though I’m no portrait photographer, I love portraits, especially those representing people from different places, different cultures, faces of pure strangers.. Strangers you feel related to, strangers whose stories are written in their eyes and on their lips.. Strangers you feel close to your heart, just because they are humans..
Some people strike you with the way they look at things, deep sad faces.. still intelligent and alert..
Then beyond their old age, or their old clothes, beyond the dirt and the confusion, you see great people, people who weren’t given the opportunity to prove themselves, special souls fighting to survive and facing a tricky life with wide smiles and thankful hearts.
A portrait of innocence
…Then a sweet little boy watches you from the distance as you point your camera here and there, and flinches with a wide smile when he realizes that the lens is pointed towards him..
He runs away to hide behind his mother, but his eyes never quit watching you, and an innocent smile of triumph floods your heart with joy..