I don’t know who these people are, but I’m sure they have stories.
The wife had kicked me out of my house to entertain some girlfriends and I ended up at San Pedro’s Square Public Market in San Jose downtown to kill time. Fortunately, I had my camera.
I got my coffee, even got some work done on a gorgeous seventy-degree Sunday afternoon. But the best part of being kicked out was capturing private moments of complete strangers in their public lives. I didn’t move from my table. I did not want to move mostly out of laziness, but chose to capture life around me for about three hours. Over a short period of time, strangers became familiar. Like the old Japanese gentleman who didn’t move from his chosen place in the public market. Or the possibly-Greek woman with a lovely smile who changed places often, yet seemed a permanent fixture.
And then there was the transient crowd. The young couple who hugged, kissed, and disappeared. Or the Asian couple allowing their young daughter to take a picture of themselves. Who are these people? What are their stories? Why are they here?
What if I could tell their stories?
Life is full of special moments that can be captured, but can never be told.
Scenes from a table
