I consider this image to be my first definite 'keeper', i.e., an image that stands on its own rather than merely one that captures a moment, acting no more than an aid to memory. It was a chance business encounter on a finger-numbingly cold -5C street in Brașov, whereby we swapped a few Lei notes for a few shutter clicks. If, anonymous model, you are reading this, please accept huge thanks.
It's became special for me because the same day I got the prints back from the processor I was in a bar where I was then living in the far north-west Highlands of Scotland when, by chance, I got chatting to a visiting professional landscape photographer. I can't remember his name (it definitely wasn't Colin Baxter, who seemed to have the monopoly on local postcards in those days) but he used a large format camera and, as I had never seen one before, he kindly fetched it from his room upstairs. After I'd had the demonstration he asked if I'd like him to take a look at some of my images and give some advice. After telling me I had a good eye for composition, which I took to be his way of salvaging some constructive critique from my mess of photographic potage, he got to this image. His face lit up a little and he asked if it had been captured in Turkey because it reminded him of the work of Ara Güler.
I'd never heard of Ara Güler (so I had no idea how flattering that observation was), nor had I been to Turkey at that time, both deficits since rectified largely because of that chance encounter. If, anonymous landscape photographer, you are reading this, please accept huge thanks. It was your encouragement, likening one of my images to the work of a photographer I now admire greatly, that made me look at street photography in another light, and gave me many more 'keepers'. An excellent introduction to Güler's work is the book 'Ara Güler's Istanbul' (2009). Among all the 5* reviews on Amazon I found this 1* gem:
"The photos were all good quality but the theme of the book made me depressed. Lots of poverty and sad pictures. I wanted more of the famous sites and less pigeons."
Unlike my landscaper friend, not someone likely to appreciate my lamb and girl, I suspect.