Whenever I visit s city, I make it a point to check out the local street markets. The Carmel Market in Tel Aviv. The souk in Marrakech. A flea market in New York. The stalls are incredible. The goods and wares combine to create a kaleidoscope of shapes and colors. I love the stoic continence of the shopkeepers. I often hang around to watch the interplay between the merchants and prospective buyers. I'm intrigued by artisans practicing crafts passed down from generation to generation. These are some of the markets I love.
Once I wanted to be Ansel Adams, a reach, especially for someone who lives and photographs in New Jersey. But even when I went out into real wilderness, I never felt at one with these places. My introduction to street photography was "Henri Cartier-Bresson: The Early Work". I was hooked immediately. My first attempts at street photography were in New York. From the beginning, I knew this was where I belonged. Even in neighborhoods that were new to me, I felt that these were my streets. I have photographed in the US, in Europe, Africa and the Middle East. They are still my streets.
