This time last week I was in Seattle. I was walking the streets of a city that was voraciously burrowing itself into my soul. This place is surreal – beautiful, ethereal, cloaked in mist and cloud and mountains and sound. I was there for work (cube farm not camera) and I managed to take a few frames of this wondrous city. In hindsight, I didn’t take nearly enough images of Seattle. I was terrified so often of looking like a tourist, and now, as I post these few frames, I realize how silly that is. How ridiculous it is to not do something simply because of my fear as to how I might appear to others. I need to own my heart a little bit more. I need to own my soul and my inspiration and my gut feelings.
And I need to follow them. Always.
I can’t keep waiting for a path. For a road. There is no road. The road is made by walking.
I’ll see you soon, Seattle. Promise.