To be totally honest with you, my Dear Friend, I do not know how I am rediscovering street photography each time I do it.
I wrote this text on the 1st of July, 2025. It was a day when I worked eleven hours in my office job, without rucking and doing street photography. Did I miss walking and taking pictures of mundane surroundings? Of course, I missed it. The truth is that each day without street photography makes me miss this tremendous mental and physical activity. I believe it is the key to answering the title question. Undoubtedly, the more I do street photography, the more I see and feel that each day, even if seemingly the same, is totally different.
There will never be the same day as today, my Dear Friend.
Moreover, you will never be the same as you are today. Am I rocking in the clouds? Perhaps, I am. After all, yesterday I asked myself a question whether time exists. I honestly cannot answer the question asked in the title of this text. In my case, I am simply leaving my house or the office where I work, going wherever I want, and enjoying the reality, regardless of whether it is cold or hot, sunny or rainy, etc. I’ve been regularly doing street photography since October 2025. I am still surprised that Warsaw, with its usual visual street view (or perhaps there are people for whom Warsaw could be considered an exotic place), surprises me each time I walk and take photos of everything that catches my eye.
Does it mean I love life? I believe so. I think it is somewhat proof of it. I cherish the present moment, knowing that the unreachable past has already gone and the future has unlimited and infinite scenarios, so there is no use in overthinking both the past and the future. That was about rediscovering street photography.
