Lately I’ve been thinking a great deal about travel and about staying still.
It’s true that DP and I have seen so many amazing places but more often than not we’re just passing through. The photograph above was taken at a university in a lovely seaside town that I visited for less than 24 hours and DP captured the other shot by pulling the car off to the the side of the highway as the sun began to set.
As we pass through the world, we gather up these beautiful moments in the form of photographs and imperfect memories.
I’ve been thinking about the way that my parents or grandparents, in particular, lived their lives. How well they knew a particular field or road or village. How familiar they were with their small part of the world.
Recently, I have felt like putting away my suitcase for a while and just staying still.
Do you ever feel that way?