There is a particular kind of self-consciousness that comes with pointing a camera at something no one else seems to notice. It's not the dramatic vulnerability of photographing strangers or staging elaborate scenes, but something quieter. It happens in ordinary spaces, and in these moments I become acutely aware of myself. I imagine how it must look from the outside: a person deliberately documenting something that does not seem to warrant documentation.
I often assume that people are questioning why I would photograph something so unremarkable or mundane. The subjects I'm drawn to are rarely conventional. They re transitional spaces, overlooked arrangements, objects that seem suspended between usefulness and abandonment. There is no obvious spectacle in them and no human drama. Because of that, I feel as though my attention to them requires explanation. I feel as though I should justify why this particular corner, this particular arrangement of light and surface, deserves to be preserved.
This insecurity does not come from the act of making photographs itself. When I'm alone editing, the doubt recedes, and the images feel intentional and coherent. They feel aligned with the way I experience the world: quiet, slightly detached, attentive to atmosphere rather than event. My discomfort arises in the moment of capture when my private way of seeing becomes visible to others. Photographing something unusual in a public space feels like revealing a thought that no one else shares.
There is a pressure to photograph what is universally recognized as meaningful, like landscapes, portraits, celebrations, and dramatic weather. These are subjects that immediately signal importance, and deviating from this feels as though I'm breaking an unspoken rule about what is worthy of attention. I find myself hesitating, wondering whether I should redirect my attention to something more easily understood.
But when I review the photographs later, the hesitation seems misplaced. The images that resonate most strongly are the ones I almost did not take--the quiet, overlooked scenes that explain nothing but suggest something. They carry a particular stillness and a tension that exists precisely because the subject is so ordinary. In them, I recognize my own sensibility.
Perhaps the discomfort is simply the cost of having a peculiar way of seeing. To photograph what others overlook is to accept that not everyone will understand why it matters. Photography at its most honest is not a performance of shared taste, it is an articulation of attention. If I were to photograph only what is obviously beautiful or socially affirmed, the images might feel safer, but they would no longer feel like mine.
I'm beginning to understand that the unease I feel in public spaces is less about judgment and more about exposure. When I raise my camera toward something subtle or strange, I'm revealing the contours of my perception. That vulnerability, the willingness to stand still in front of something others pass by, is inseparable from the work itself.
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