The problem with
"street-shooting" in my neck of the woods
is that I often have to wait weeks for something to
happen. Here, people don't camp with their dogs on
the curb, there are no kiosks to lend color. We don't
have cars scurrying about, or workmen unloading vans.
Hardly anything to take pictures of out here on the
streets of my neighborhood, except the occasional Boy
Scout Troop marching through the woods. This
unfortunate situation keeps me from really shooting
candids. My subjects spotted the street photog from a
hundred feet away, and even heard the whisper of my
Leica shutter over the fresh spring breeze.