On the way to shop in Chefchaouen, Morocco, I glanced down and saw the kitten curled up, asleep. Saddened by her forlorn looks, I wanted to pick her up and take her home. All of a sudden, shopping seemed less important.
When I look at my more recent travel photos, I notice a few things.
- I still can’t take good photos 🙂 but I try (an “A” for effort, a “C” for results)
- I take photos of everyday things, in fact, things I would never take photos of in Canada – doors, people cycling, people walking, people talking, people eating, us eating, and yes, even laundry
- I take fewer photos of the regular “touristy” things like ruins, forts, museums, statues and on and on…
Having grown up with a historian as a father, I think I have rebelled. There is something about being “dragged” to every fort in Canada, that makes me, well, a little less engaged in that side of life, and more inclined to the present everyday kind of life.
So this is how it came to be that I have recently started taking photos of laundry, other people’s, of course. And oh how I wish, that I had done so, when I was younger and travelling more, but well… in those days… my focus was more on me, how I looked, who I met, and where to have fun. Any recent photos of me travelling indicates this is no longer the case!
Yes, things change even as a traveller. So here’s to me, now, a somewhat older traveller, who loves laundry, when it’s not mine.
And, oh I know that the anticipation is almost too much to bear, but more laundry posts – Middle Eastern style – are on the horizon. I can’t wait 🙂