<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Jessie Bryson</title><link>https://wng-kosmos-wn-cms-uat.kaos.nibit.com.au:443/jessie-bryson</link><description>Jessie Bryson</description><item><title></title><link>https://public-web-wn.uat.wng.me/create/learn/photography/ma-am-one-photo-please</link><description>Jessie Bryson shares what she's learnt about travel photography in her adventures, from etiquette to choosing the right subject.</description><pubDate>2013-08-29T10:00:00Z	</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">https://wng-kosmos-wn-cms-uat.kaos.nibit.com.au:443/create/learn/photography/ma-am-one-photo-please</guid><author></author><source>https://www.worldnomads.com</source><body>&lt;p&gt;I was in &lt;a href="/explore/southern-asia/india/things-to-see-and-do-in-hampi"&gt;Hampi, India&lt;/a&gt;, a landmark ancient civilization now noted for its perfectly decrepit ruins, just outside Hyderabad. I had been snapping shots of the ruins, but by the end of the day most of my documented work focused on my group of five friends I was traveling with. You can only take so many pictures of old stone things, after all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But suddenly, from out of nowhere, and belonging to no one, a group of Indian children stood in front of me. I charged forward, camera on hip, finger already on the shutter release, poised for action. The kids came clamoring towards us like zombies. But before I could reach the piece of equipment to my eye, I had dozens of little hands already pointing for the lens. Zombie trajectory diverted. &amp;ldquo;Photo, photo, photo!&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;Ma&amp;rsquo;am, one photo please!&amp;rdquo; I clicked away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I snapped a photo of one child, others would crowd in, inevitably making their way into the frame. Some feigned a smile, most others were straight-faced and stoic in front of the lens. But the moment I whipped around the viewfinder and presented them with their own digital reflection, their faces broke out into a wide grin. Shrieking with delight, they jumped up and down and demanded more. It was a photographer&amp;rsquo;s dream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish all my travel experiences could be documented so easily. Wouldn&amp;rsquo;t it be amazing if that&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="/create/learn/photography/tips-for-mastering-wildlife-photography"&gt;alligator in the Nile&lt;/a&gt; paused for a second and asked me to take its photo? Wouldn&amp;rsquo;t it be a breeze if the Hasidic Jewish community in Brooklyn stopped and demanded that I document their everyday life?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My newest home is &lt;a href="/explore/africa/tanzania/etiquette-in-tanzania"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/a&gt;, where I&amp;rsquo;ve been for three months. That&amp;rsquo;s three months of people staring me down when I point a lens anywhere remotely close to their line of sight. At the largest market in town, where I&amp;rsquo;ve only been bold enough to take my camera with me once (more for fear of it getting snatched out of my hands than anything else), I pretty much ran away from a cigarette vendor who demanded I pay him for a photo I took. The photo wasn&amp;rsquo;t even of him&amp;hellip;but, of course, I wasn&amp;rsquo;t prepared to engage in that confrontation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, I know very well that it&amp;rsquo;s not always possible to have an accommodating subject matter, especially when you&amp;rsquo;re shooting on the street. But what can you do when there aren&amp;rsquo;t dozens of tiny hands pulling you over, begging for you to take a photo?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="#familiaize"&gt; Familiarize Yourself With the Location&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="#slow"&gt; Slow Down &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="#tourist"&gt; Don't Be a Tourist &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="#buy"&gt; Buy Something, Anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="#document"&gt; Document It and Share It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;h2 id="familiarize"&gt;Familiarize yourself with the location&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rather than take my camera out on the first outing in a new place, I&amp;rsquo;ll walk around and soak up my surroundings. It&amp;rsquo;s important to note how the locals respond to an outsider, to cameras, and it also provides a time to scope out some potential subjects or more hidden gems.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="slow"&gt;Slow down&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Spend more than a day in each location you&amp;rsquo;re looking to get some good images. I have spent 24-hour layovers where my memories are more of me crouching to get a perfect shot, more than enjoying the scenery. And I&amp;rsquo;ve heard horror stories of people visiting five cities on a seven-day trip. Travelling is meant to be enjoyable, not completely unmemorable and stressful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="tourist"&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t be a tourist&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At least, not if you&amp;rsquo;re trying to be a good travel photographer, too. Chances are if it&amp;rsquo;s milling with fanny-pack wearing camera-strapped tourists, there will be an image online that is ten times better than the one you take. My most treasured travel images happen during the little walks I take in between meals, on the way to these tourist spots.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="buy"&gt;Buy something, anything&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know, if I had purchased something from that cigarette vendor downtown, he probably might have obliged to have a photo taken. At the very least, he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have snarled at me when I pointed my camera in his direction. I&amp;rsquo;ve also had great photographic opportunities when sitting down to eat at noodle stalls in Asia. If you&amp;rsquo;re a paying customer there, it gives you free rein to walk around and photograph some of their open-air kitchens. Same with spice markets in India, juice carts in Mexico, and bodegas in New York.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="&amp;quot;document"&gt;Document it and share it&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t mean with your mom. Share it online, with the world. It will translate into something special to others, too. Despite claiming that I am a travel writer and photographer, I don&amp;rsquo;t always have my camera on me. And inevitably there are many many moments when I wish I did. I can&amp;rsquo;t tell you how many &amp;ldquo;perfect images&amp;rdquo; I&amp;rsquo;ve missed. But I have memories in place of a photo, and it just makes the shots that I do end up getting so much sweeter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;About the Author&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessie Bryson is an American travel and culture writer who has contributed to various online magazines such as &lt;em&gt;EaterDC&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Honest Cooking&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;eChinacities&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Girl Meets Food&lt;/em&gt;. She is currently based in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania, by way of Washington DC, Guangzhou, New York, Los Angeles, and San Francisco, with many detours in between. She kept a diary of her travel adventures, which she wishes included more island hopping, &lt;a href="http://www.jessbopeep.com"&gt;on her blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
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