Winter ReviewPosted in
I arrived in Austin at midnight on the 23rd, after having been in Europe long enough to see Fall’s leaves shed their way into Winter. Returning to Texas after having previously departed in August bookends this trip nicely. Austen and I have lacked last Spring’s volume of travel opportunities—in retrospect, we replaced day trips with a single great time in Prague, and the occasional event in Brussels and Antwerp. This created a unique problem and opportunity: Leuven now truly feels like home, and that creates a burgeoning complacency that I must offset. Otherwise, the longer I’m somewhere, the more I find my creativity and motivation diminished.
Traveling more and further would be too easy of a solution, so I’ve turned this problem inward. How can I regularly see Leuven with fresh eyes, rather than allowing them to glaze over with routine? I started addressing this with weekly photo walks around town, and going further on foot than I had previously. The following photos come from a few different purposeful walks in September and October, as well as regular errands around time where, of course, I always carry my camera.
I took this opportunity a step further. I’d previously found my shooting limited by fear of subjects’ reaction. Now, with little to lose, why not snap folks more obviously? In taking social photos, the photographer assumes and asserts an intimacy with their subjects—and if I want to document the lives around me, I need to make that leap.
Building Home Away from HomePosted in
I lived near Austin, Texas for most of my life. Not in Austin, but only twenty miles north, and often visiting. Before university, the most time I’d spent there were two years of middle school near the downtown—a fifteen-minute walk from my house of the later two years of my undergraduate. The following four years of high school saw a turnaround, driving 50 miles in the opposite direction to Temple while still living only twenty miles from the Capitol. I lived in Austin during the four years of my undergraduate, taking only a semester’s intermission to study in Lyon. Despite Austin not having been home by the strictest of definition—rather, a landmark amidst the Central Texas suburban sprawl—the city became home.
Four Days in PrahaPosted in
Back in September, I opened my birthday present from Austen. Out of the bag, I took a set of imperial measuring cups, and a set of teaspoon measures. Very convenient—I’m still unaccustomed to baking by mass, rather than volumetric measures. Underneath were two thick, folded papers, which were illegible until unfolded. The first was an Airbnb confirmation, and the second was a receipt for two Brussels Airlines tickets to Prague.
A month and one day later on October 20th, we caught the train to Brussels Zaventem, and—my fault—narrowly made our flight. The flight itself was uneventful; we watched the finale of Mad Men’s Season 6, In Care of, and we arrived at a reasonable 11:10 am. We’d continue our Mad Men watch-through at a later time.
Summer PreviewPosted in
I’ve finally finished processing all of my photos from May through August, and these three are particularly well-suited for mobile wallpapers. I don’t want to post too much before I publish a full retrospective on this summer’s travel, but this should at least be an appropriate sample.
In thinking about the passing of time, I return to the idea that time-based change isn’t an active process. Aging isn’t something you do; it’s something that happens to you. You are the receptacle, target, and object, of aging.
I turn 24 today. For the first time in the last eight years, I find myself somewhere very different from where I expected. I’ve lived in France and Belgium since February, even though a year ago, while planning and expecting to move here, I lacked clarity in believing that I would move from Texas. Maybe this literal change in place and setting contributes to the unease in which I find myself. Alternatively, this is the first opportunity I’ve had to slow and think, before chugging into the following year’s cycle.