In the city, I keep a mental list of places that hold potential — I call them “Maybe Spots“.
They’re places I once passed by, where something almost happened, but didn’t: the light was off, there weren’t enough people, or the elements didn’t fall into place.
It’s like the planets refused to align that day. But I keep returning. Sometimes again and again. Until, one day, they do align.
The image above shows one of those Maybe Spots.
I went back there at least thirty times, took hundreds of frames, until the right one finally emerged.
I don’t regret a single visit.
Some places hold their treasures tight.
You have to come back again and again — as if you’re earning their trust. Photographing them is like approaching a shy animal. If you’re patient, one day it might let you get close enough.