That one for Troy. . . couldn't be Helen, could it. Not the very same face that sank 1000 ships. Bloody hell. . . hahaha
Seventy-Nine, lad, you're like a documentary film maker around the time of Andy Warhol, who would go around New York City filming his experiences. I feel as if I am seeing the world composed of characters (no situations) through your eyes -- being like a reality show of people through still pictures.
Like watching the river flow, with a leaf or twig suspended on the surface, being pulled along. It infers trees, but not necessarily any one in particular. More like detached references to situations in other places. That is sorta like the bus experience as well, isn't it. People who clearly have connection in other places popped out of context for the duration of the ride. That is reflected in the pictures you grab.
It's interesting to watch, perhaps because of the references to their lives through the grab, that your faithful devotion to a photographic rendering has become less important, and you are capturing something else conceptually, less visually slavish. And it may lead to yet some other manifestation in your artistic process. One needn't always be aware consciously of all the levels one is operating on for it to be going on. Just a thought. One observer to the other.
Well done. I love your journey.
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream