Tonight, I drove to the city, spontaneously. At 8:30pm, after weeks of no shooting, I needed to get out my camera somewhere familiar.
I’m feeling lost, seeking a project worthy of my MA studies; it’s here I return, again and again, to a place I hold in my head and my heart.
As, photographer, Todd Hido said:
“There’s a reason you return to this place over and over again. There’s something you have to do.”
Perhaps here is my project.
I yearn to be closer, to diminish the distance between us.
Walking the streets late at night, especially here where it’s pulsating with life and illuminated by lights, is something I’ve always loved.
It's only upon returning that I remember how much I've missed this place. It’s here and it’s now when I realise that parts of it have become unfamiliar to me.
As for that letter, with its tones of respectful yearning, it seems to have faded into the past, I believe.
My mind drifts to it — that letter, an artefact of a time representing a connection, perhaps now lost to the passage of time.
I wasn’t expecting to come across the note, I recognised the handwriting immediately.
Stuffed into my back pocket those words I don’t recall; a message from the past into the future; a chance find in a back room.
The words, once laden with gentle emotion and anticipation, now seem distant, like echoes fading.
The letter, much like parts of this city, has become a relic of what once was, a reminder of connections that time has gently eroded.
More about the wonderful Todd Hido here - http://www.toddhido.com
Such an inspiring post, I also love the way you knitted the photography into the story.
Wonderful photographic journey here :) Congrats!