Street photographs in Kathmandu

Wires, dust, tea steam, and a phone I am not afraid to use in a crowd.

I did not set out to take good photographs. I set out to look, and the phone happened to be in my pocket.

The first rule is boring: take the frame, then take a second one a step to the left. Most of the keepers are the second one.

Pay attention, then count.

What I would tell my past self

What survives a year of deleting is rarely the dramatic frame. It is a wire, a doorway, a person looking somewhere else.

Light does most of the work. I only decide when to stand there.

Related notes: Golden hour is a lie, A year of one lens.