This morning I tore myself away from the computer and the internet and actually went to shoot some pictures at a local market. I spent a lot of time at this particular market last year working on a TAOP assignment. I spent weeks going up there, waiting for that special moment, which did eventually arrive but I remember the feelings of frustrations and annoyance as I paced around and around looking for my great, significant moment to make itself known to me.
This morning I wasn’t there 5 minutes when I began to get that old feeling again. I had turned to leave when something caught my eye, a stereo-typical Frenchman of this region, playing with a bubble blowing gun, caught my eye. I briefly thought about trying to photograph it but decided that by the time I composed the shot, focused the Leica and sorted out the exposure the moment would have disappeared. However that was enough to make me pause and I decided to wait a little longer. I chose a place in the middle of the market place in the sunshine to sit down and see what I would see. On the fountain. I shot a few frames of the people sitting around this focal point, a couple working in the market having a fag break, a child playing with a toy airplane by the edge of the water. What I now realise is that every moment is significant, even the most mundane and ordinary. Sometimes you have to pan for the nugget of gold, trawl, take shots that don’t work get frustrated and fail. But for all that you do find those moments. Mostly not what you thought they were going to be but they are there.