The heightened awareness that comes with travel. You know, that alert and curious headspace, where everyday objects and sites cease to represent everyday things and instead they come alive. Colours, textures, sounds and odors weave among one another in perfect senseless beauty. Music. Cacophonous music.
It’s small details, that’s what I remember most. God is in the details, it’s been said. Others contend that’s where you’ll find the Devil. Both are right. That expressions of grace and guilt should together inhabit the mundane and commonplace spaces that are everywhere around us… I can think of no finer joke, no better inspiration.
Enough with the philosophy already, bring on the pics (click to see them one by one)…
These from a recent wake-up in Japan. The trip was part of a book project I’m lucky enough to be part of. Details to follow (but hints abound in previous blogs). A small but satisfying snapshot from this trip presented itself on the customs form, up above the North Pacific, as flight JAL17 pointlessly tried to chase the setting sun. Call it cheeky, a guilty indulgence, whatever, but I couldn’t resist.
It felt right and it felt good.