Everything was happening downstairs, just by going down the stairs or peeking out of the balcony I would be in the presence of that whole thing. I did it, of course I did it. I had to. And there was something else: everyone was shouting.
I wasn't looking forward to being there. I wanted to be in silence. I looked at him, the culprit. And in my face anyone could see the disgust. But there was something I didn't notice until later, when I stopped photographing Congress, and looked at where I was standing. It was more interesting, it said more.
I bet no photographer saw this that I saw. Without thinking I started making my own images. I'm lying. There was a moment when an idea crossed my mind and it was that maybe if someone was watching me, maybe they would think I was crazy. Who was I portraying, if there was no one there?
Look, I'm not going to nag you anymore. I want you to understand this:
Do your job. Don't shut down, not like this. If what's happening outside or below (in this case) doesn't make any sense to you, looking in another direction will make you see a lot more. Be a photographer. Show me what you see. Please.
(This is my entry to the #monomad Challenge)
| Camera | Panasonic Lumix G10 |
|---|---|
| Location | Havana, Cuba |
| Editing | Lightroom Classic 2023 |
| Photographer | @nanixxx |
