it’s funny how things synchronise and fit together without any intentional effort sometimes. lately i’ve been daydreaming/planning a glorious trip to the USA for the end of next year. i loooove to research travel destinations so i’ve been burying my head in Lonely Planets and Rough Guides and Eyewitness Guides. but then, a reminder.
this window, snapped while taking a walk in my own neighbourhood to the local Italian restaurant (which was, as it happened, completely full already so we tried somewhere else instead and were so pleasantly surprised).
beauty in its quietest form. old, unassuming, often overlooked. there is so much to see in my own street, my suburb, my city. i discussed this with Tim and he reminded me of the fact that i have so many more photos of say, Tokyo than i do of my own city. it’s kind of silly when you think about it. why do we forget to see what is around us in the every day?
the next day we happened to watch the tv documentary version of this book (which i have read before and do recommend). the same message appeared again. a reminder.
so i’m not sure how i’ll go, but i’m going to try and take some more notice, more walks and more photos in my neighbourhood. maybe it will be a theme for February. we’ll see.
