In reality, nine out of ten people are probably just as curious as me. They want to know what I see that's so interesting. Last week I stopped, squatted, and contorted myself to get an angle I liked on an expanse of white tulips in front of a row house. There was a woman walking toward me, but I decided to disregard her. As she walked by, she simply said, "They certainly are beautiful, aren't they." She could not have cared less. Maybe she would've even liked a copy of the photo that I took.
This is a psychological war I've always fought, not just in photographing the streets of Chicago. I tend to be a play by the rules kind of girl. Beyond that, I don't like to call attention to myself. In doing so, I often miss out on opportunity. So, in a roundabout way, this blog is helping me realize how illogical of a wall I've constructed. Hopefully, I continue to make progress in knocking it down. Although, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from analyzing whether it looks like a I'm casing someone's home before I take a photo.
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