Photography and words by Jonas Dyhr Rask
Camera slung across the chest, closing the door to the apartment behind me, getting hit by the pulsating life and sounds of the vibrant city life.
It was how I really started photographing those 9 years ago. I bought myself an X100 camera, and immediately hit the streets. It evolved from there, that’s for sure. Over the course of two years I got sucked in deeper and deeper. It was almost like an addiction. It was an addiction.
I would get lost in it for hours, days even. I still do.
Street photography has become such an integral part of me, that when I’m not able to practice it at least twice a week its like holding my breath past capacity. It feels like I’m choking.
It doesn’t have to be thematic. It doesn’t have to be documentary. It just has to be.
All the time, it has to be.
Today was the last chance to go shoot in the city before I turn 40 on friday. Looking back at my 30’s they contain all my photographic experiences. When I was 30 I shot my first street shots. It’s crazy to think about, so I try not to. I don’t want to dwell. I want to push forward. Look forward.
So today, I did what I do at least twice a week.
I drive to the city, camera slung across the chest, closing the door to the car behind me, getting hit by the pulsating life and sounds of the vibrant city life.
I breathe.
I photograph.
(all shots shot during an hour this afternoon. Shot on the X-Pro3 with the XF35mm f/1.4)
