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heart of a wanderer

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 “Not all who wander are lost.” -J.R.R. Tolkien

I am not sure if there is anything I love more photographically than wandering around with my camera in hand.  I live in suburbia, but whenever I can, I take a short drive north to a more urban setting.  Though I am completely unsure if I would love living in a city full time (though I do muse on it),  I do know I feel right at home on photowalks in one.  A city is ripe with color, texture, decay, progress, noise, rhythm, diversity, strangeness, art, people, LIFE, beautiful life. That just excites the photographer in me. The shyer more reserved me seems to fall away in an urban setting. Perhaps I feel I can hide more in a city, blend with the many others slinging cameras and pointing their own lenses this way and that. Or the city is just too busy to notice me and my constant desire for a shot. Whatever the reason,  I relish the anonymity and become freer with my shooting.

This weekend I took a little jaunt north with a sister friend.  It was a bit rainy, but we were not deterred. We walked in sync, pausing here and there clicking away in between laughter and nods, never needing to say, “hey wait one minute I just want to take a shot of this”, that was exactly why we were there. It is always a blessing to share time like that with someone who gets “it”. When I have the chance to walk freely, uninterrupted, it opens me up to really seeing.  Instead of just moving straight ahead, I linger, look down, look up, explore more. Words seem to call out, wanting to be noticed.  Shiny surfaces become self portrait opportunities.  Puddles, a mirror for the world. All the people, faces, tattoos, hairstyles, fashion statements grab my attention.  This is when the beauty of digital really hits home.  I can walk for 2 hours and shoot 2 to 2000 shots if I want.  There are no limits, just shoot!  I liken it to a treasure hunt. A bit of a euphoric photography fix. I get home and can’t wait to load my photos and click through the images of the day.  This particular walk seemed to be ripe with words.  Perhaps it was my headspace at the time,  needing, wanting, desiring messages from the universe to materialize for me.  “TRUST IT please“, “FATE“, and the handwritten sign above with the the words, “FIND YOUR VOICE”,  left on the side of a building where a rally had gathered spoke directly to me that day. Each click I felt my heart race a little faster as I nodded internally to the words I found, yes yes yes!  I went home feeling so satisfied with the beauty I witnessed and shared that day.

What makes your heart race photographically?  What are you drawn to when given the chance to wander?

DO share!  I think how and what we see says so much about who we are.  We are the seekers. 

 

Comments

  7. New here, and am very happy have found you (via maddie at persisting stars :). I wander wherever I can. Big cities with wayward streets, grumpy buildings and graffitied walls. Small towns with hidden history, decrepit signage and vintage furniture, and then there is nature. She never lets me down :).

  8. What makes my photographic heart race? Still life, my vintage cameras and doing styled self portraits, I lovelove those. To wit:

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/libertadleal/6211137625 Fall comes to Texas (selfie)
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/libertadleal/5156735347 Volver (in which I pretend to be Penelope Cruz)
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/libertadleal/4939582278 Retro girl
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/libertadleal/5661034421 Another retro selfie

    Vintage camera goodness:

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/libertadleal/sets/72157624752449950

  9. I am coming to the end of my 365 (8 more days!!) which I really believed from the outset was about finding my voice. With that intention over the past year, I feel like my whole life has started to open into a more beautiful world of possibilities. I can so relate to the experience of the photowalk you describe, and also to the realization that I just have to give myself space to do it, regardless of how annoying it might be to others:
    http://www.birdwannawhistle.com/blog/2011/10/3/enchanted-forest-or-why-theres-no-point-in-hiking-with-me.html

  11. Wow, hit the nail on the head. I am moved by others photos/vision and feel like digital photog. Opens up an extra dimension. My heart races when I see what was seen and communicated.

  14. I am reading your post in my lazy Saturday afternoon and I have found myself nodding and smiling at your words. Everything mirrors in my experience! I am from a small Italian city and here I get so shy. It seems that the whole town is staring at me, when I'm behind my camera. But when I'm in NYC, where I live (part-time, if that makes sense) I feel so free and inspired and excited like a kid.
    So, what makes my heart race? Coney Island = photos + lunapark + colors + music + cotton candy??? paradise!
    and the magical field trip I took with my photo-mate-goodfriend Silvia to Dead Horse bay:
    http://upgemini.blogspot.com/2011/06/lucky-booty.html
    pure joy!

    thanks for your article!
    Nico