Having freshly attained her driving license, my friend drove us out to York from Perth one Spring day. I have never been in a town quite as quiet and empty, with a single Vietnamese-run shop open for us to grab a late lunch at 3pm.
We spent most of the evening in our cosy accommodation just behind the main street, with its own orange trees (next post) and resident dog.
The next morning, we found an open cafe nearby, one of the few signs of life in this place, so we proceeded to have brunch there.
This one time in Bangkok, we stayed at a boutique hostel. It was so intricately put together I would’ve gone away with only great memories of it, but as luck would have it, I lost my new tablet computer in the room, got so upset over the handling of the issue, and never went back again.
The state I like to be in when photographing is one where everything fades away from the forefront of my consciousness, where the minutes and hours merge into a blur.
Perhaps that is why I’ve been feeling a little dissatisfied with my photography journey lately. There is always something to do, somewhere to go, and photography gets relegated to a block of time that itself gives rise to a pressure to produce shots, sometimes for the mere sake of it.
As I post photos on this blog, I am reminded of the very activity I enjoy. So I made a pact with myself: the next time I pick up my camera, I will take all the time I need, show it more love, and hopefully, rediscover my photographic journey.