I was walking the rounds of my usual street haunts with my typical swift gait, dodging & weaving lunch time crowds along the narrow footpath of Little Collins Street, trying not to be frustrated with myself for seeking out the same locations, the same compositions, the same... arrgh! My inner dialogue was screaming 'Stop looking. Start seeing - you effing robot' (harsh but fair).
It just at that moment I caught a fleeting glimpse of someone to my left, down low, huddled in a bluestone stepped doorway. Instantly discarded like a thousand moments in a day. I don't engage the people I shoot. I do candid street. I... hang on.
By the time my brain registered & kicked into gear I was almost half a block away. Fortunately the sprint back to the doorstep was not in vain. She was still there. I introduced myself, gave her my card (somehow this kinda legitimises the intrusion) and asked if she would like a photo of herself. Stoop girl was really cool and graciously agreed.
The whole experience kinda felt like George Castanza doing the exact opposite of his normal behaviour. But unlike George, who ultimately reverts back to type, I routinely and deliberately adopt this ethos. When I'm so sure and determined about what I'm after - do a 180. Do something previously discarded as a naff idea. And don't just 'think' about or 'consider' it. Do it! Sometimes the universe will smile on you.
Although my preference is still candid street, now I don't push things so much, don't try so hard to make something that's not there. I finally feel like I've begun to start seeing.