In my hometown it is illegal to smoke in public places: indoors, outdoors and anywhere near a sports field or playground.
Smoking on an outdoor patio is not possible.
This picture is not possible.
Paris, France. 2018
About this post:
If you’re a photographer, you’ll understand my obsession with smoke.
Like sunbeams and shadows, tendrils of smoke, rising but not obscuring a face, add character to a picture. But chasing smoke is like chasing sunbeams. It’s elusive and transient. In urban street photography, particularly in Canada and US, it is increasingly rare.
My Health Conscious Self says “That’s a good thing.”
My Photographer Self says “There’s always Paris …”
They love the weight and heft of physical books. They love the smell of paper and the tactile feel of pages. They love the discovery of novels, of tales and story, of facts and history. They’ll see a stack of books and interrupt their day to look for the next great read.
I have friends who’d love the book sellers on the streets of Budapest.