If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
Europe. What can I say about you except that I love everything about you. Every time I go, I think more and more about how I’d love to live in your warm embrace and wander your streets with a camera every single day. Your food, your people, your life, your vitality – your cappuccino. I love it all. Except the smoking. You can keep that. Seriously.
Natalie and I had an amazing time in Europe. I am sure I’ll devote way too much time to this subject on my blog in the coming weeks since I have a ton of pictures to share, but I had so much fun soaking up every minute of it.
What this trip did for me was to awaken my senses. Since I feel like EVERYTHING is different there, it’s like drinking from a fire hose. I have this overwhelming urge to go out and experience it ALL. I can’t get enough of the city and don’t want to sit down, lest I miss something. Of course, this defeats the whole purpose of a vacation not to mention contradicts the whole European lifestyle. There, you’re supposed to sit still so that you can let it all soak in. There is so much bombarding you from every direction, every sense attacked, that it isn’t until you take a moment to sit and breathe that everything can begin to penetrate. This philosophy migrates its way into photography for me. It means taking the time to pick out the right shot, photographically. It means waiting for the right moment to snap the shot instead of click-click-clicking away until you get the one you want. The patience to find the perfect one and the patience to really see what’s around you.
I find that coming back home, I’m aware of much more. I think most of the time we walk around with our eyes half-closed to the things we see everyday. For the moment, my senses are heightened. That may have to do with making a real, concerted effort to slow down now, or it may just be coming back rested, and ready to take on the world. Whatever it is, I’m trying to cling to it as I move back into a normal routine here again. Sadly without the cappuccino. *sigh*