Karambala, I wonder what this man was thinking about, when I tried to depict him. Feeling sincere interest to people, I discovered it was impossible to cheat people trying secretly photograph them, individuality under the question always knows he(she) is object of interest, even being surrounded by others, being in the group. As if they feel it, so we always know we are loved. They say the dogs always know who is afraid of them. Dogs catch micro movements and vibrations of our bodies, and also the smell of stress (distress) I think people are subconsciously sensitive about unknown for science vibrations of other creatures from the point of possible threat or incident.

Kallypso, nothing can be done and nothing can be changed. I wanted to photograph book window, but occasionally made a few shots of this blind elderly man accompanied by black dog today in vicinity of Michaelaplatz, it looked symbolic that he decided to take rest in place where bookshop with big window was situated. Blue globes and black dog are metaphoric. Picture occurred to be very heavy because of many different colors and I reduced quality a little bit. Shot was made with Nikon D200 and Sigma 50-150mm f2.8 lens

Kallypso, my dear self, you know that usually I start my everyday street hunt with great enthusiasm. But gradually becoming tired, struggling forward and finding nothing interesting to shoot, frozen, hungry, I feel misery. Shoulder with camera bag aches. It is not so easy to find original face in the street at all. After so many months of search, perhaps nobody knows that better than me. People tend to hide their peculiarities. But not only. Often they do not hide anything. They have standard appearance that reflects standard attitude, by other words, I dare say, people prefer not to burden themselves to be original. Therefore they look alike. They move from underground station till shop and back and have fewer differences in their looks than ants or autumn leaves. Only sometimes I am lucky to spot somebody standing aside from crowd, even if they have criminal aura like these two young gypsies. Woman is looking at me aggressively. I know that in criminal world women often are more ruthless and bold than men. The woman was afraid I am from press or police.

Following rules, I say honestly that this photo shoot Graz photographer Reinhard Sock and then it was processed by Vienna photographer Werner Braun

500 Days of Street Photographer

And phrase “Kirgisin in Wien” was invented by chef editor of newspaper “Augustin” Robert Sommer, who considered it to be the most interesting concerning my personality in whole, he offered me to make photo essay about horses in Vienna and write about horses masters. Robert was always full of new projects and ideas, which he could easily forget. He was the first newspaper editor with whom I talked in Vienna. As I remember, he was instantly taken aback by my offer to cooperate, but then corrected himself and was quite nice. We talked about possibility of new mutual projects. But that first moment of his intinctive negative reaction was somewhat significant for development of our business relationship

Unbelievable, but it was so cold in Vienna, I never expected it may be so. I felt lonely and isolated, I knew almost nobody in the city, and was not sure, what every new day would bring me. Sometimes I wonder, what is the engine that always moves me forward? And what love is? Why I so often feel unloved? Isn’t it that I feel unloved by my higher Self? When we fail to build up satisfying relationships with others, we fail to do it first of all with ourselves. And why I was fixed so much at things that increased my loneliness, for example, at photography, which always demanded many hours of secluded processing work. That is it.

Feeling lonely I would go to railway station and stay there thinking about different things. What is love? What is success and failure? They exist as patterns common for all, or everybody has his own definition? What is there for sure is movement. Moving along the road, sometimes carriage can even stop or go backwards when line is busy, but always resumes to go forward. Every step is as important as next one, and all of them have equal value. I mean there is not better than here and now. And road never ends.

Many-a-time I thought why numbers three and seven have symbolic and sacred meaning. Group of three looks rather good at photo, because two is mostly closed unit, and four is unstable. This family was crossing Huetteldorferstrasse when I made quick snap going home. Girl was running, and her feet look not so sharp out. It is quite close to the place, where I live.

When-I-still had permanent residence in Graz two months ago, somebody told me that cafe Aida has cheapest espresso in Vienna. When I visited capital last winter I saw many elderly dames sitting over there behind big windows of this old fashioned place of communication. I was not in love with Vienna then yet. What does it mean to be in love with city? To love its air, people going along the streets, or may be somebody who is especially close to you and who was born here?

All my street photos were made in situation when there is no time for reflection and often no time for second shot, my DSLR camera is too visible and too big, and though I don’t want to intrude into or change somehow the material of reality around me, the only available way is alertness and quick reaction. This is one of my first blog entries! It sounds strange.