I've come to realize that if we don't slow down once in a while, we go nowhere. Going about tasks of making a living, eating and sleeping is like a treadmill. I think each of us is here for a reason, but figuring it out is up to us and no one else. So maybe we need to put a little time aside. Taking a few minutes each day to think about it is a way out. It's an exit from the treadmill and the more we do it, the more we leave the mundane, hopefully. When I see people staring out to sea it's evokes a metaphor for reflection on life. Speaking for myself, I could do a little more of it, because when I don't I see a treadmill. It would be better to see my feet in the warm waters of the gulf.
When in big cities I'm usually quite happy with rain. It creates scenes and situations that are interesting to observe. First of all, people are carrying umbrellas which by itself creates a certain aesthetic. Then there are the motions people go through to keep out of the rain, like running from one source of cover to another. However, in places where it rains all the time, you will also notice how well people ignore it. Amsterdam is one of those cities where people are always outside, rain or shine. So it's just as interesting to see what they don't do as what they do. In this case the couple were taking selfies and the gentleman was texting the pictures on his phone, oblivious to the precipitation. I noticed that in Amsterdam people are always riding bikes regardless of the weather, in some cases holding umbrellas as they go. I haven't quite perfected the art of ignoring the rain. I'm a duck and cover kind of guy. But from a temporary shelter I can stand there, observe and take photos of things around me. The best part of that is stepping into a bistro and waiting it out with a hot chocolate. Then, sufficiently refreshed I head back out for more fun.
Pictures are like metaphors. I think this is one of those, at least it seems that way to me. Point in a direction, keep marching, in the process define yourself. Which sounds a lot like life in general, only I get to wax eloquent because this is my blog. I've taken dozens of shots from this pier in Bradenton Beach. Even though it's same old thing I come back looking for more. As long as were on metaphors, shooting this pier is like stone soup. The sea is the broth, the pier is the stone, and everything else gives it flavor. I keep coming back to try new flavors. Maybe I'm on to something, or just hungry. Nevertheless, the more I immerse into photography, the more I look for metaphors. It seems natural when going to the beach, at least for me. Always looking for meaning in non-descript scenery, it's what I do.
