If you spend enough time reading books, watching videos, or scrolling through social media, you might start believing that street photography is only about people.
A stranger crossing a shaft of light.
A dramatic expression.
A perfectly timed gesture.
A layered scene packed with human interaction.
Those photographs are wonderful. Some of the greatest images ever made belong to that tradition.
But they are not the whole story.
In fact, one of the most limiting things a street photographer can do is convince themselves that a photograph without people is somehow less connected to the street.
A few years ago, I made a photograph along a highway in Pachuca, Hidalgo, Mexico. No decisive moment. No visible protagonist. No dramatic action unfolding in front of the lens. Just a fragment of the built world: a damaged road, commercial signs, power lines, parked cars, distant mountains, and the strange visual chaos that emerges when human ambition meets geography.
At first glance, some people might call it landscape photography.
Others might call it documentary work.
Some might simply wonder where the people are.
I see it as street photography.
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