Without any particular reason, I was a little out of it today. Things were either taking too long or going by too fast. Everything was going fine but nothing really succeeded. None of it matters that much but it’s a nuisance when things don’t get checked off. That was my general feeling today.
The second I gained a little of in-between-time the idea hit me to just take a quick stroll with my camera. Photography has been, will be and therefore still is, a form of therapy for me. It calms my nerves and makes me forget about all those pseudo-important things I so desperately want to do. Every day is a treasure, I’ve said it before, and should be treated as such.
A little while later, I found myself in a part of town that’s recently been renewed that I haven’t visited after the renovations. It made me wonder if I have any images from the situation before all the new buildings. A registration of the situation that will never be again. Nevertheless, shooting photos in the new neighborhood might be just as significant. Nothing in a city changes more than an area that’s recently started to be inhabited by its first people.
The still small trees and bushes will grow tall and dominant. The leftover-from-the-construction sand in the streets will find a way between the cracks of the freshly laid pavement. The uniformity of the buildings will slowly take on the character of its owners. A soulless congregation of bricks and carefully planned out fauna will form itself into the molds the collective will determine over time. It took a while to realize but I now no longer feel aimless when I walk these streets. Everything I see will be recorded and everything recorded will be archived. I’m pondering a little restructuring of my archives and having them serve a purpose other than merely storage. More on that thought later.
It’s not much but it’s honest work.