Photography is partly responsible for that which brings me great joy, and in regards to it, it is street photography that which I keep returning to inevitably, regardless of any other sort of photography I might temporarily do.
The streets of a city are but an eternal play with an ever changing script that is simply put: Masterful. Caracas, for me, has become a dangerous addiction, a beautiful agony, from which I cannot escape. I can't help but throw my self onto its streets guided by the works of street photographers whose mastery I'm afraid I'll never reach.
Camera in hand, smile on my face, dreaming from corner to corner as I watch the frame fill itself with life before me. With each new shot, that which I capture makes me feel somehow closer to all that is, at the end of the road, human. The camera seems to be, after all, an excuse for me to connect with those things that I wouldn't otherwise dare to do so and in the process: show that which is invisible hidden behind what lies before our eyes.
Body: Nikon D800 & Panasonic Lumix DMC
Lens: Nikon 24-70mm f/2.8 & Nikon 14-24mm f/2.8
All photographs are of my own making
