Philippe Triconnet — Journal

During a recent photo walk, the conversation returned to a familiar question. What do we photograph? And what do we choose not to show? It sounds like a question for the street. Something to decide before pressing the shutter. But sometimes it comes later. In front of the screen. I thought of a photograph I never published. A person alone, sitting in a wheelchair against a quiet wall. Nothing dramatic. The light was there. The distance was right. The photograph worked. That was precisely what made me hesitate. Looking at it again, I could not separate the composition from the person inside it. The lines, the emptiness, the balance of the frame all made the image stronger. But they also made the person more exposed. Was I showing a moment? Or was I taking something that was not really mine? Some photographs need to exist. Photographers stand where things happen and bring back what needs to be seen. That is not what I am trying to do. Most of the time, I am only trying to look. Over time...