Shooting the first frame is always the hardest. I find every time, no matter where in the world I am, I have to drum up the courage and, fearing rejection, walk up and say “hi.” Usually that leads to pictures; rarely do people say no. But there is something about human nature, or maybe just something about me, that wants to avoid that rejection at all cost.
After it has all played out and I”m looking through the images at the end of a hard day, I can”t imagine having not shaken that first hand, said that first hello, made that first frame.
Today, in Clara Town, a section of Monrovia across the bridge from the town center, I said hello to Prince, the barber, and the day began.