Saturday, September 16, 2006

Getting rid of inner inhibitions

And so I took to the streets today in search of strangers for my photojournalism assignment.
3 strangers, 9 pictures, preferably 'hostile' looking ones.
And at the end of it all, within an hour, I accomplished what I set out to do.
I'd summoned my thick as hide pride to approach these people, and I was surprisingly pleased that I wasn't rejected even once.

Behind every face is a story waiting to be told.
Of going to prison woes and missing job opportunities. Of the country's superficiality.
I'm thankful I had the chance to meet all these strangers,
They may not have remembered me, but at the end of each 10-15 minute session, I knew more about these unfamiliar faces than I would normally have if they'd just strolled past me.

It is at times like these that affirm my decision to be a journalist.

Gv complained @ 10:44 PM

{xoxo}