Between Procrastination and Expectation

That’s where the magic is.

There’s a quiet clarity in the streets before the city fully wakes up.

Street photography has taught me the art of observation, and the patience to wait for those unexpected, fleeting moments that seem to reveal something true about the world. There’s something real about the way people carry themselves, lost in their thoughts, unaware of being noticed.

But lately, or should I say, for quite some time now, my mornings are less about catching those moments on film or digital and more about opening the coffee shop I run full-time. By the time most people are stepping into their day, I’m already making espresso shots, greeting the regulars, and setting up for the stream of customers who will walk through the door. It’s a different kind of rhythm, less poetic maybe, but still full of small, unnoticed interactions that make up everyday life. There’s a beauty in routine, in the way something as simple as making coffee becomes a part of someone’s day, their own story.

For me, it’s all about noticing the details. Whether it’s photography, writing, or even working in a coffee shop, there’s always something beneath the surface, something to be seen if you’re paying attention. I think that’s why I started writing in the…