As far back as I can remember, people watching has fascinated me. If it was possible to measure the time I spend focused on an innocent passerby, or dissecting (perhaps even analyzing and assessing) an acquaintance, one would understand how much of my attention is devoted to the world around me. When I was a young child, my grandmother, from my mother's side, used to entertain my sister and I by making up stories (which sometimes included dialogue) about people who would pass us by. As time went on, my interest in people led me to study the science of psychology, and practice the art of photography. Psychology satisfied my curiosity to understand people, while photography catered to my hunger to observe individuals aesthetically.
people watching
As far back as I can remember, people watching has fascinated me. If it was possible to measure the time I spend focused on an innocent passerby, or dissecting (perhaps even analyzing and assessing) an acquaintance, one would understand how much of my attention is devoted to the world around me. When I was a young child, my grandmother, from my mother's side, used to entertain my sister and I by making up stories (which sometimes included dialogue) about people who would pass us by. As time went on, my interest in people led me to study the science of psychology, and practice the art of photography. Psychology satisfied my curiosity to understand people, while photography catered to my hunger to observe individuals aesthetically.