Shot from the hip

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Originally uploaded by andrewjstephens.

I was walking down Gilmour Street. We'd had a few dirty snow falls. I was reflecting on how snow isn't actually white, but more frequently grey or blue. I put the camera down at my hip and just started to aimlessly shoot, letting it find it's own subject.

As I walked, I turned my mind off. I slipped into a walk, slow, measured paces. Step. Click. Step. Click. This is what I mean. Am I really essential here? Just to carry and click. Am I the camera's instrument?