I wonder if the conflicts within me between the satisfaction with portraiture and shyness are common. So many times I have seen someone I know I should photograph, but I’m petrified with fear and don’t do anything about it.
I occasionally come out of my shell, usually with the help of external events. I was asked to take their picture with their camera, which I happily did, because it leads to the next step, then I told them it was my turn, using my camera. Some days the Universe conspires to get me where I need to go.