I have lately wondered how it is we stand our day to day lives, addicted to frivolous information, constantly peering through one screen or another. The foreground of our attention in need of stimulation it feels as though there is always an itch we are unable to reach and once that feeling is satisfied it creeps in again somewhere else. We are information junkies, always wondering whats behind the next refresh. Lust for attention finds even the most humble of us trying to think of ways to get more followers, more attention, more, more, more. Peace is harder and harder to feel comfortable being around and silence is going to end up an urban legend as our ears become numb to the joyous emptiness open spaces can give us.
I of course speak generally, not to you, not for you, but for the proverbial “we” in response to a feeling that I have been pushing against more and more as I feel the restlessness of not having time to get out and explore creep into my mind more and more as of late. I get anxious and a bit stir crazy if I don’t get a regular dose of fresh air, urban exploration, or time to get lost in something new.
So I take full advantage of any moments that leave me with the perception of time slowing down. I often catch myself using the ticking second hand on a watch as a reference point in gauging my level of internal calmness. The slower the ticking feels the more calm I feel. Sometimes a song can do the same thing, or a photograph, or a breeze blowing through a window. Any simple detail usually overlooked in the normal day to day rush of life. If I can loose myself in one single thought I know that there is still hope in my life for peace to exist, even among so much work, and color, and life.
I took this photo last August soon after I moved into this apartment, I remember it well, laying quiet while the sun slowly set until the entire room started to turn vibrant shades of purple. I grabbed my camera and quickly found myself lost in capturing details that I was somehow getting lost in. Ones that made the second hand slow, my mind find peace, and the future seem bright. This is common theme among these pages but one that is a big influence on the photos I share here so I like to try and verbalize it whenever I can find more words to do so.
My best advice during the days left in this Spring, always be on the lookout for details to get lost in. If you let too many slip by, you may forget what it’s like to get lost in your own imagination and that really is a horrible gift to waste.