One of those beautiful days where the early light of spring is out before you expected it. It was my day off and all my exercising had paid off as I slipped into an old pair of 501’s that I thought would never fit again.
I hit the streets of Mount Shasta City as I do everyday and continued to capture it’s charming character. I still haven’t the courage to photograph the people that make up Mount Shasta. Not an easy thing to do with it being a small town. People can be very suspect of you walking around with a camera. I even need to be careful with the homes I shoot. I’ve had a few people come out asking what I was doing. I always tell them that I was admiring their home and that I meant no harm. I like it when it leads to a conversation and I can bring a smile to their face when I compliment the certain thing that caught my eye. Whether it was the curtains in their window, the over grown lawn or the light itself shining on their place.
I’m more at ease shooting from the street and at the stuff in alley ways. Theres so much character in the objects that are left in and around people’s property. There’s a language in these photos that expresses me and the people of Mount Shasta more than any of my written words could ever do. Hopefully you can see/feel that too.
ooooh it’s a handle. Heehee
oh the snail and the sandwiched house.
Also it occurs to me, and maybe it’s obvious, that your neighbors and fellow town folk are gradually getting used to you out there taking pictures. Somewhere on the spectrum of suspicion/ comfort and moving towards comfort