Twenty two frames from four months of walking the same six streets. Not the best twenty two — the twenty two that still held up after I stopped looking at them for a while.
The rule
Shoot as much as you like, but don't edit the same week you shot. A photo you took on Tuesday is inseparable from the walk you took to get it — the cold, the light, the fact that you waited nine minutes for someone to move. None of that is in the file. It's in your head, and it inflates your opinion of the frame.
Give it a month and the memory fades to the point where you're looking at what's actually there. Most of what felt urgent turns out to be ordinary. A few frames you barely remember taking turn out to be the ones.
On repetition
Six streets sounds limiting and it's the opposite. When the subject can't change, the only variables left are light, weather and where you stand — which is a fair description of the entire craft. The constraint doesn't narrow the work, it just removes the excuse that you need to go somewhere more interesting.