Small hours are the in-between moments; they are â€śsmallâ€ť â€“ insignificant. They fail to define an era, they are not historic, they do not inspire photojournalists. But these ordinary moments have beauty that can be fascinating to a street photographer. A commuter lost deep in his thoughts, a trick of light and rain turning man into bicycle (or maybe heâ€™s playing ball?), a paradox of an accidental meeting â€“ such dream-like moments and evocative scenes are all great fodder for the imagination. As Diane Arbus once said, â€śA picture is a secret about a secretâ€ť and I revel in the mystery, enjoying my own totally subjective interpretations of â€“ ordinary and yet wonderful â€“ everyday.
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