Location: Times Square, New York City
As I was getting my Epson P-2000 portable storage/display device ready to sell -- I bought it in 2007 and paid around $350 for it, but will be lucky to get $50 for it today -- I turned it on to make sure there were no photos still stored on it. To my surprise, there were several gigs worth of photos dated between 2007-09, including this one taken a few minutes before 8:00 pm on August 6, 2007.
This outing (which was cleverly disguised during the day as a business trip) was the first time I'd ever attempted "street photography." Prior to this, all I photographed was architecture and landscapes, with nary a person in sight. (At the time, I used to joke that if the subject had a pulse or moved under its own power, I was in big trouble if I had to photograph it!) Of course, I couldn't resist plugging the device into my computer and having a quick look around, plus I wanted to make sure I had copied the files on it to one of my backup hard-drives (which I had.)
By this time, I had upgraded to a 7.5 MP digital camera (a 50% increase in pixel count over my last camera, which was also its predecessor), so the print situation today isn't nearly as dire as it was/is with the 5MP camera it replaced, but I find that 7.5" x 10" is about the maximum size before the image quality starts to suffer. I had next to no idea what I was doing back then, at least with regard to street photography, and it's been instructive to see how my (cough, choke) style has evolved over the years and also how it's remained the same. The primary lesson I learned from looking anew at my earliest efforts? Volume counts and to capture more than the occasional lucky shot, one has to put in considerable time pounding the streets with a camera in hand and at all hours of the day and night.
Note: This and the following few photos are all shown in color, because that is how they were conceived and photographed. Back then, b&w photography was still something I had done as a kid when I couldn't afford color film and my interest in it was nearly 18 months away from being rekindled, which happened when I found myself in the town of Superior, Arizona on the night before my 50th birthday...