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Please don't go...
That’s what I imagined the young Dutch woman on the curb was moaning to the young
Dutch man on the bike as he dropped her off at Leidseplein in central Amsterdam,
and I made a streetphoto of the notion. “Please don’t leave me here all day
--- all by myself where I’ll be swallowed up by the unruly masses -- alone --
alone -- alone -- without you ...”
Just one of a zillion charming interactions occurring at tens of thousands of
gathering points on the streets of this Earth every hour. Lovers tearing
themselves apart; Cab drivers shooting each other nasty looks; Food vendors
barking up their grub to a favorite customer coming down the street; You and I
tipping hats at each other as we pass by. These interactions are precious, but
rarely last longer than an instant or two -- and a street photographer has got
to anticipate and be quick to recognize the moment and compose the emotion.
“But doll face, if you don’t let go of me soon you’ll be late for work and
you'll get fired – and then the landlord will throw us out on the streets –
leaving us out in the cold and homeless with no other choice but to cuddle up in
the wild together under our favorite bridge at Vondel Park ...”
“yea -- I know -- -- -- but please don’t go...”
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