This is the ancient village of Saint-Guilhem-le-Desert in southern France. As I walked along the cobblestone streets I was stuck by how old everything was, yet the people living here seemed quite normal. That sounds ignorant of me, but it's hard to imaging this setting in the modern world, yet here it is and people live their lives here, one foot in today and another in centuries past. A paradox of sorts I suppose.
For instance some people have satellite dishes and iPhones and MacBookPros. Yet the door to their home could be three-hundred years old. I saw a doctor riding through the streets on a motorcycle making a house call. I saw chickens in a coup, there were children in school on a treasure hunt; all normal things for sure. It's a product of having been raised in North America, where the entire country is younger than the doorframe to one of these houses.
Maybe our modern cities will look like this in three hundred years from now. Not likely, our homes are not made to longer than fifty to a hundred years, even less. But this is what happens when you build structures to last, you create a link to the past that people like me can stumble upon and end up wondering about the intermingling of the centuries. Food for thought.
This is a I275 rest stop near Tampa just before the Skyway bridge. Its one of the most scenic highway stops in the state, especially at sunset. Truckers know this well as I see them all lined on break with this scene out their windscreens. Moments like this, especially at dusk, have me longing for the open road; next life perhaps.
In this life I'm a software architect by day and a photographer by night. It keeps me home yet longing for the road. I spend more time pining for a journey than the comfort of home. If I was a trucker it would be the opposite, longing for home on long lonely highways. The best solution for me is to live in the moment, be thankful for what I have. I am thankful for what I have, but in my next life, ...
Speaking of the next life, if you could choose to come back as an animal, what would it be? I have so many ideas it would be hard to choose. Living here in Florida I'd want to be an Eagle or Osprey, I like the thought of flying high and surveying the landscape, although I'm not sure about eating my prey while it's still alive. Another idea; my own pet dog, his name is Wiggles, he gets a tonne of love and has a good life. But he is a rescue, and I wouldn't want to go through the abuse he did before we got him. On second thought, I guess I'm happy just being me for now.
This is a long exposure of the San Francisco Bay Bridge I took last year. I with about three hundred other people on a Trey Ratcliff photowalk. The problem with me a photowalks is that I'm a straggler. I see so many things that I want to take pictures of that I end up at the back of the pack, I can't seem to help myself.
This is just one of many thirty-second exposures I did while standing here with my tripod. If you do the math, that puts me in this spot for about ten minutes. By the time I have enough presence of mind to look up from my camera the end of the pack is hundreds of yards down the road. Time to run.
Now many months later did I just go back to look at this and remember that fun evening. I met so many people and had a blast. But also I just noticed the V-shaped light in the distance between the two leading lines. How crazy is that? I don't recall seeing it that night. Anyway, now this is one of my favorite shots from that evening.