Salerno, Pt. 7 (Patreon)

This is one of my favorite shots of that day. It looks so posed, so staged, so surreal. Yet it was a shot taken in motion, with her flickig her hand back, the water droplets frozen in the air as I clicked the shutter.

Images like this make me feel uncomfortably prideful, as though I might actually be decent at this whole "photography thing." Of course, being the self-conscious, doubting Mexican that I am, I quickly force that notion out of my brain and focus on all the flaws of this and all my other images. Because that's how you have to be.