Lately I’ve been thinking about when to stay planted and when to drift. Under a café awning in Palermo, rain tapping the awning and a yellow umbrella pulling the eye, I held my ground and let the scene resolve: a glance, a step, a small triangle of space opening between strangers.
Other days I keep moving, hunting clean backgrounds in the mess. How do you decide—wait for the frame to form, or move until the frame finds you?
I wander by default, but if I clock three cues lining up,light, subject, background,I plant and run a strict 90‑second rule, eyes on the watch. no movement. I bail to the next corner, new angle, or fresher light. Saves minutes and ups the hit rate. What’s your timer?
I go by the weather and my pulse,if the light’s shifting. I stay. if it’s flat and my feet get itchy. I move. Palermo rain is a wait-it-out moment: reflections bloom, umbrellas cluster, little stories write themselves.