familiar strangers

Public House’s, also rephrased and popularly referred as pubs, are indispensable factors of the English routine. In contrast to peoples private properties, these common houses of the neighborhood are totally welcoming strangers. This makes people feel as if they are walking inside someone’s house. Actually, the story began at the very first day in Oxford by being distracted by a guitar sound coming from a house. All of a sudden, having my hunger replaced with curiosity, I was in the middle of a weekly event given by three local musicians and a poet. Realizing the place I was in is a pub, I found myself accompanying the rhythm of guitars with my camera equipment and sharing the joy of the crowd in the same place. This participation lasted for the last three weeks of my trip at Oxford. This way, pubs became my routine too. These small rooms crawled inside the narrow streets of a massive town, harbor variety of people inside. Just like a book, all these people can be read and because a book should not be edited by the reader, I avoided including my personal opinion on them. I don’t believe creativity in photography. Truth cannot be created, it can only be witnessed. All I did was to note what I saw and suddenly, those pub people became my familiar strangers.