a huge part of me loves doing things slowly. I feel a vast freedom walking about at a relaxed pace, and just observing. enjoying.
tonight, I was out of work after dark, and as I walked from my car to the bank I just... enjoyed. the weather was pleasant and comfortably warm, snow melting from the sidewalks, sounds of a train coming to it's stop at the station down the street, and faint smell of a home cooked dinner in the air. although I've walked that path from car to bank many times, I'd never felt the history of my town as I did right then. just wandering slowly, observing the town around me, and loving it. I love history, things old enrapture me. my town is really old. oldest in connecticut, I know it so well, and yet I never make an effort to see it. but it's so gorgeous to see.
so I wandered slowly to the bank, savouring the scene, wishing I could capture the smells and sounds in a photograph. I guess that's where art comes in, the photographer with vision can provoke those emotions, and let the observer's mind fill in what he felt. connect through his art. he doesn't just point and shoot.
I'm resolving to care less about time. and wander slowly as often as I can. if anyone reading this ends up doing the same, let me know what you felt.
"not all that who wander are lost"
Nice. I like wandering too. Though I don't often purposefully. I think in order to appreciate wandering you have to purposefully wander with the goal of wandering.
ReplyDeleteMmm, oftentimes... only once you come to the realization of an action, does it start to ring true. You were doing it, but once you realized, you saw.
ReplyDeleteI love that quote :)
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Last night I laid on a soccer field at Midnight in the rain with out a shirt or shoes for like 30 minutes. It was the highlight of my day :)Physically my body wasn't wandering, but my mind was, and so were my eyes.