I’m guilty of rushing, I guess that comes from years of being encouraged to get from point A to point B. I say encouraged, what I mean is my inner judge had a powerful stance on not wasting time, so of course when the decision had been made that I had to be somewhere, it had to be fast.
I distinctly remember saying to myself once, ‘what is the point in walking when I can run and get there sooner?’
Sheesh. How things have changed. These days things are much better, I find the practice of both conscious breathing and mindfulness are massively beneficial and yes, it is a practice, I can be swept up in my default patterns and lose myself in the collective rush all too easily. But I am aware of that and awareness is the key to most things.
It was the tail end of summer and I’d just got hold of a nice new lens that I was keen to try out and of course, my thing is people. So I jumped off of the train at Charring Cross and eased my way out onto the street, it was around 5.30, which was of course, rush hour.
‘Secreting’ myself between the onslaught of people heading to the station, I noticed faces glaring at me like I was a nuisance wanting to go against the flow.
It was of course worth it though, the jostling raised my adrenaline and subsequently, I felt my courage rise – it makes a difference when I am shooting ‘candids’ of people, I dare to get closer, be more apparent, subsequently I think the shots are better, more intimate.
I shot this kindly and concerned looking gentleman shortly after I settled in a spot that caught the evening sun beautifully. He looked like a gentle soul who had lost touch with the ‘why’.
I imagine him contemplating: ‘What was this commute all about? How did I end up here? When might this end?’
This is of course is how it can feel when we lose touch with the ‘why’, I am curious, when did you go against the grain because you noticed you just couldn’t persist with the status quo anymore? What came out of that decision?