In my two years of living in New York City, I’ve found that there’s nothing like leaving the city to help you examine your life in it. Last week I drove through New Jersey and was in a fit of excitement about my “getaway.” (The analysis of that over-reaction is still being processed.)
Over New Years, I traveled to San Francisco to reunite with some college friends who have stubbornly refused to follow me wherever I go. So I go to them because they are amazing, caring, thoughtful people. They challenge me while supporting me and make me a more interested person. And they talk about food. A lot. I didn’t realize how low food is on the totem-pole of my life considerations until I hung around them for a couple of days.
Between these food talks and luxury of vacation time, I found myself taking pictures of the little things around me. And in doing that, I was able to let go of my self-inflicted pressure to take important pictures of important subjects. This release, and the simple act of picking up my camera more, are just a few of the things I’ve tried to bring back to my life in New York this year.
New and old friends sharing breakfast in Sequoia on New Year’s Eve morning. Sets the bar pretty high for 2010.