Ask a lot of photographers about their favorite photographer and sooner or later the name Henry Cartier-Bresson will show up. He was the father of street photography. He carried a compact and unassuming camera so that he could capture people in their most candid moments. He would line up his shot and stalk his subject as if he is a hunter eyeing his prey. I find street photography terribly intrusive and I am not cut for this kind of thing.
We were in Little Saigon and saw two women selling tangerines in front of a restaurant with a baby girl in the stroller. We bought two bags and were ready to leave when we found we had a flat tire. So while my husband putting on the spare, I sneaked in a few photos. This girl is so young and already a mom. Street photography can be heart breaking.