Through My Phone Lens: The Distance and the Connection
I framed their struggle in a rectangle, but their life doesn’t fit the frame. I saw him through my phone screen first.A perfect, silent composition. The early sun cutting through the market’s haze, catching the dust motes around his cart of bright, polished apples. His hands, weathered and deliberate, arranged the fruits into neat pyramids. I tapped to focus, adjusted the exposure to make the colors pop, and captured it. Click. For a moment, I was an artist. The struggle…