Not All Who Wander Are Lost
I have a hard time staying in one place for too long, something that undoubtedly stems from my childhood. When I was young, my parents moved every three to four years, to a different country and, after settling in France, to a different region. As an adult, I have lived in France, in the United States, in Chile, but never for more than six years. I continue to jump on any opportunity I have to travel, with a particular fondness for Japan and Mexico.
I have a hard time staying in one place for too long, I get antsy. Heck, I can’t even sit still for an hour. I have to get up, camera in hand, see what’s around me, who I might encounter, what the light looks like at this time of the day.
I have a hard time staying in one place for too long. It’s not that I am uncomfortable where I am, I feel at home everywhere, or nowhere, depending on how you look at it. In every place, city, country, there is something familiar, and something new and exciting. Perhaps that is why I fell in love with street photography, a fine practice to approach what is distant, and rediscover what is near.
I suspect I will always be a wanderer in my own life, but not all who wander are lost.
