Quiet Moment

There is usually a moment somewhere in my day where I am alone.





My ipod is dead, or forgotten at home. Any friend I was with had to go somewhere or take a different train. I have somehow turned off part of my brain. I think without planning or organizing. I listen and watch without goals or an agenda.

These little tiny gaps somehow pop in between the everyday back and forth, the to-do list items, and the oh-so-necessary errands that need to be done right away. I get to step outside of myself and blend in with the rush of people overtaking crowded sidewalks or simply look around as the unknown observer. It’s like listening to the pulse of the city.





The city itself is no longer a carefully constructed map of roads, monuments, tunnels, buildings and bridges. It’s distracted shoes tripping over cobblestone streets, drivers honking horns and making way for police sirens, the quick brush of someone’s jacket as they rush past, vendors calling out to potential customers,damp crunchy leaves,people talking loudly while absorbed in private cell phone conversations, or the staticy music from someone else's headphones.





Then something reminds me of what I was really supposed to be doing, so I snap out of it, stop all that silly spacing out, and go on with my day.

This is my final photography assignment. Hopefully it's not too sappy or anything like that. I can't believe my time in Paris is almost done! Oh, I also just finished my "after" blog post for the BYU Paris blog (We wrote a before post on something we wanted to do in Paris, and then later we had to do an after post on whether it met our expectations or not).

Currently: BUSY and tired; hence the no non photography posts right now. But they will happen, I promise.