The photos 馃摳 are my entry to the #monomad contest from 
Greetings, black and white Hivers.
What do people think when they see a photographer pointing a lens at them? I don鈥檛 ask myself this often, but sometimes the thought invites reflection.
Some look away, uncomfortable, as if the lens were a mirror exposing them. Others smile, pose, offering themselves without hesitation鈥攁lmost grateful that someone notices them. And then there are those who completely ignore the photographer, lost in their routines, detached from everything, even themselves. Isn鈥檛 that, after all, a faithful reflection of human nature? Each face is a world; each reaction, a story.
The photographer, amid the comings and goings, isn鈥檛 just looking for images. They seek understanding, to capture a moment that speaks louder than a thousand words, that reveals what usually goes unnoticed. They are not just a witness鈥攖hey are an interpreter, a bridge between reality and the one who will later observe it from the safe distance of a screen or a print. Their need is not only aesthetic; it is existential: to hold onto what will soon be gone.
And in that silent dance between the observer and the observed, there are also losses. Missed chances, gestures that couldn鈥檛 be frozen in time, people who will never pass by again. But in the street, as in life, every loss opens the door to something new. The photographer knows this. That鈥檚 why they keep walking, keep pointing, keep waiting for that precise moment when everything makes sense. Even if it鈥檚 just for a fraction of a second.
Saludos hivers blanco y negros.
驴Qu茅 pensar谩n las personas cuando ven a un fot贸grafo apunt谩ndoles con un lente? Me lo pregunto, no con tanta frecuencia, pero a veces llama a la reflexi贸n.
Algunos desv铆an la mirada, inc贸modos, como si el lente fuera un espejo que los desnuda. Otros sonr铆en, posan, se ofrecen sin reservas, casi agradeciendo que alguien los vea. Hay quienes ignoran por completo al fot贸grafo, sumidos en su rutina, ajenos a todo, incluso a s铆 mismos. 驴No es eso, al fin y al cabo, un reflejo fiel de la naturaleza humana? Cada rostro es un mundo, cada reacci贸n, una historia.
El fot贸grafo, en medio de ese ir y venir, no busca solo im谩genes. Busca comprender, atrapar un instante que diga m谩s que mil palabras, que muestre lo que normalmente pasa desapercibido. No es solo testigo: es int茅rprete, es puente entre la realidad y quien la observa despu茅s, desde la distancia segura de una pantalla o un papel. Su necesidad no es solo est茅tica, es existencial: capturar lo que pronto dejar谩 de estar.
Y en esa danza silenciosa entre el que ve y el que es visto, hay p茅rdidas tambi茅n. Oportunidades que se escapan, gestos que no se alcanzan a congelar, personas que nunca volver谩n a pasar por ah铆. Pero en la calle, como en la vida, cada p茅rdida abre la puerta a algo nuevo. El fot贸grafo lo sabe. Por eso sigue caminando, sigue apuntando, sigue esperando ese momento preciso en el que todo cobra sentido. Aunque sea por una fracci贸n de segundo.
"All photos were taken by me 
Technical data:
Nicon camera: Nikon D700
Nicon lens: 50mm f1.4 p-ais; 105mm f2.5 p-ais; 55 f1.2; 35mm f1.8 G
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