La luna del raccolto, the harvest moon, is here, time to celebrate the crop yield by dancing around a big bonfire and burning effigies and such. It’s also another Supermoon and boy, can we feel it here. Everyone’s stretching like rubber bands. That’s the only way I can describe it. It’s not bad, I mean that’s what rubber bands do, but everyone is feeling the pull. It’s interesting.

I spent the afternoon taking photos and thinking about my last post, kind-of pushing and pulling around it, ya know? I came to one, tentative possibility. Regular, happy people have stories, too. Just because they’re not dramatically positioned in public doesn’t mean that there is no depth or human-interest there. Perhaps the subjects of the photos I take could be “normal people” and the commentary therefore more discreet and subtle than a high-contrast, black-and-white photo of another tormented soul on the street. After all, it’s not the outside I’m looking for, and the subtle, spontaneous human expression, captured beautifully, can still be very powerful. It could be all about the subtlety of the every-day person, going about their lives.

That’s the conclusion I came to today, and it was quite liberating. I think I caught some nice chiaroscuro subjects as the sun was setting through the side street of the Pantheon. Two in particular made me go yes! in that way that lets me know they’re going to be good shots.

It was a stretchy, good day. I liked it.