Strawberry Way, Again

Same street. New light.

Someone once stood where I now stand—

and saw a world already fading.

I didn’t come to this street to find something new.

I came to feel what had already been seen.

W. Eugene Smith stood here in the 1950s. He raised his camera and caught the world as it passed. A passing moment, now iconic, now historical. When I stood in his spot on Strawberry Way, I didn’t want to replicate. I wanted to listen.

What has changed? Everything.
What remains? The act of seeing.

In Buddhist philosophy, we are taught to sit with impermanence—not to resist it, but to see it clearly. Smith’s image is gone, except in memory. But my image carries the same gesture: pay attention. Be present. Frame the fleeting.

Photography, like meditation, is not about control.
It’s about contact—with time, with place, with breath.

And in that spirit, I clicked the shutter.

Photowalk Prompt: Stand Where They Stood

Find a historic photograph from your city.
Visit that location. Stand in the same place.
Don’t replicate—reflect.
Photograph not what was, but what still asks to be seen.