When Paris Was A Snow Globe
Walking around the icy streets of the French capital during a cold snap in November
Street photography is nothing if not masochistic. You go outside and put yourself into uncomfortable situations just for the sake of taking pictures. Your body could be shivering; your mind could be wishing it were elsewhere; but still you persist for the chance to capture some fleeting moment.
You might say that it’s pretty pointless, and you’d be right. So why do it?
Because, believe it or not, I enjoy it. It’s not just about the joy of taking a great photo, which is, of course, easier said than done. There’s also some weird satisfaction in going out there and just giving it your best shot — or shots if we’re taking this seriously. The experience might not be all that pleasant, but you feel good about doing it anyway.
It’s a bit like going for a jog when it’s raining. The run itself might not be enjoyable in the typical sense of the word, but that doesn’t mean you don’t derive some sort of pleasure from it — especially when later on, when you get home and under some warm jets, you can reminisce about what you had just achieved.
I thought about this while I headed out into the snow last Thursday. It doesn’t snow very often in Paris — especially not in…
