Right outside the building I'm staying in I noticed this shaft of light amongst a slew of signs on the corner. Standing in the street, cabbies honking and trying to move past me, I didn't budge. I knew that if I stood there long enough someone was bound to walk right into my frame. I had no idea it would be this woman, dressed in a blue saree, gazing up into the light as if directed to. The guy in the back on the phone adds another layer of dimension to the frame. Being patient got me this image. The ability to watch and wait, and wait some more is a technique that hasn't failed me yet.
My first day walking around Kolkata in the evening I'm not surprised to find a mass group of people huddled outside an electronics store all anxiously watching the latest cricket match on the 20 some television screens illuminating the sidewalk.
Kansas is a place for the grand vista, wide open prairies, and the flint hills. Photographers are drawn to them like white on rice, and for good reason...they make good pictures.
As I have started to make pictures in Kansas I began to find little moments like this, right outside my window. Mundane as they are they never fail to show me that the beauty of Kansas isn't just found in the great vistas, it's these small, seemingly inconsequential moments where the true beauty lies. For me, the backside of an ugly rental and the last sliver of sunlight on the trees is enough to keep my awareness on the familiar scenes of everyday life. For however small, at that moment, nothing can be more grand.