Where to begin? With the pretty candy vendor from Puerto Rico, who continued about her business even after seeing me aim my camera at her? With the edgy figure of a man climbing up a roof in the colonial neighborhood of Bogotá, Colombia? Or with the more mundane containers of Chinese food we got some time ago, that weren't even shot with a Leica?
All these images bring back memories to me, of trips in which I swore I'd never carry a camera again, only to agonize over a choice of lenses and bodies for the next trip. In Puerto Rico I walked all over the place with most of my gear; on the way back, in the airport, somewhere in NC, my carryon bag gave in when the strap broke on me and it fell with a disturbing plop sound on the floor (nothing happened, my glass and cameras were protected by my jacket and all the stuff I had in the bag). In Colombia, having learned my lesson, I carried only one body and three lenses... and felt like an orphan. At home, I stashed the Leicas away and rekindled my relationship with my Nikons.
Why all this traveling?
Perhaps to return with photos? Only?
So much to scan...
Next time, objects: why photograph them, what is in them, why bother at all...