There is a really good reason you will rarely see photographs of people here. It’s because I consider myself generally lousy at portraiture.
In addition, when you aim your camera at a person, the dynamic instantly becomes much more complicated; more than one interest must be served. By that, I mean that the subject, in addition to the photographer, has a vested interest in the finished product. And I am simply not good enough at portraiture to engage confidently in that relationship.
A landscape or building or animal or insect (or any other nonhuman subject) could not care less about a visual representation of itself. I like that simplicity.
Nonetheless, I found myself raising my camera toward strangers in the Florida Keys, particularly in Key West. Maybe I was seduced by the free-spirited nature of the islands, the pervasive air of burlesque showmanship, the street performers, the tipsy tourists, the light-hearted contest for attention in which almost everyone is participating, either as exhibitionist or spectator.
It started as a sort of candid voyeuristic study with a long lens (Tamron 70-300mm VC) on Sombrero Beach and again on the Dry Tortugas, but, as twilight descended on Duval Street in Key West, I traded the telephoto for the nifty fifty (Canon 50mm 1.8).
My brief foray into portraiture is below.