Sometimes I think about going out to take photographs as a mission to collect data. We capture a particular viewpoint, a certain slice of time, a personal experience, only to unpack it later, often much later. I suppose some 'data' stands on its own from the get go, while much ends up being of questionable value, or perhaps even worthless in the end. But that doesn't change the fact that there is something about data that demands attention. An opportunity at least.
Tasting notes: Leica R9, 50mm f/1.4, Lomography Berlin 400, HC110B.
