I finish work tomorrow (and this time it's for reals.) I think I'm pretty ready to leave--as much as I like it it'll be nice to have real holidays now and just laze about. The past few weeks have been weird, because I'm caught between cross-firing neural messages that simultaneously say I'm on vacation and that I have to bust my ass. The result is me busting my ass for a few hours and then throwing up my hands and leaving. (At least I'm productive enough in my few-hour-window that I get everything done regardless). Today, for example, I ditched early and went shopping. Good decision? I agree.
When I traveled as a kid, our trips were really structured. We had to go to this museum, that museum, blah blah blah this square this park this opera this ceremony this monument this bridge and my head wants to explode just thinking about how planned out it was. It wasn't all bad, but when you're a kid, you're not interested in looking at paintings. You want to play with the pigeons in the square and eat ice cream. As a kid you have a limited appreciation for certain things (but I'd like to think you appreciate the right ones).At any rate, I think all of the (literally) being dragged through every museum as a child changed the way I'm spending my time here. I just kind of whimsically walk...wherever. If something looks interesting in the distance, I go there. These walks end up occupying entire afternoons sometimes because I get pretty lost and or far from my starting point, but it's nice, because this way I see what's happening now rather than what did. Of course history is important (especially in this city) and it's nice to see stuff like that from time to time, but I like moseying about poking my nose into everyday life, too.
Street photography is for the truly brazen. It takes a certain stealth and ballsy-ness that I can only muster up on occasion. Another work in progress.
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