All photographs by Carrie Speaking

The Photographer in the Street

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Alone at home with my morning cup of coffee, that familiar surge of love. I slide the cursors and modify the colors, the lights, the shadows around them. I want them to look great.

I delete the photographs in which their eyes are closed, their face blurred, their mouth full of food. I groom them, I polish the glow of their skin, their nails, their teeth.

Sometimes when I just love them too much to delete their picture, I cross a line that should not be crossed: I play with the contrast, exposure, saturation and grain to reveal their flamboyant, mysterious or artsy self. I am like an old widow at a funeral, fussing with the flower tucked into her late lover’s breast pocket.

I don’t know any of them and they don’t know anything about me. They are just strangers whose portraits I stole. They have no idea.

I don’t see the monster. I don’t see the perv, the asshole, the bully, the rapist, the con and the liar. All I see in them, is their shared humanness. How they are all so different, and yet so alike.

Alone at home with my morning cup of coffee, as I look at my screen and slide the cursors, they are my shelter from what is raging outside; my very own private humanity. And thus, I keep on shooting.

C.I.D
aka CARRIE SPEAKING,
has collected portraits in the streets of London, Wellington, Motueka, Nelson B.C, Taos, Seattle, Lyon, Barcelona, Bath, Inverness.

Travel Writer, Blogger.
Visit my blog @
http://carriespeaking.com