While working as a so-called “visual journalist,” the actual taking of pictures is a relatively small part of the job.
So I thoroughly enjoy photography when I’m on vacation; I can respond to things I think might look interesting as photographs without the distraction of looming deadlines, hectoring editors, or the “still-or-video?” conundrum.
Waiting to pull out of the Keleti train station in Budapest, I watched as people walked in and out of a narrow shaft of sunlight spilling onto an otherwise dark platform.
A sort of reverse silhouette.
