Key West, 2010.
Before I shot with phones. Back when I still carried a DSLR.
I was walking Duval, mid-morning, chasing shadows and chance.
And there he came—barefoot on a motorbike, shirtless, no helmet, no hurry. American flag on the back of the bike. A full-grown parrot balanced on his head like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He didn't pose. Didn't acknowledge me.
He just rode past.
And I took the shot.
One frame. That was it.
Still probably my best ever street photo.
This time round, I knew I wouldn't better that shot. Too much to hope for.
But still, I walked the streets.
Camera—or now, phone—in hand.
Because you never know.
That's the thing about street photography. It's not about topping what came before. It's about showing up anyway. Watching. Waiting. Knowing that most of what you see won't make it to the frame, but one thing might.
Thought I’d try black and white this time.
Roosters, rebels, and rejects.
That’s what I came for.
And every now and then, I still get the shot.
That’s what I came for.
And every now and then, I still get the shot.
