Forks And Roads...

I've made another trek across the ocean, almost six thousand miles away. The last time I touched ground here was close to two years ago and a lot has changed within the city and within my life as well.

Imagine an artist losing their want to be an artist. For me, the art is behind a lens, telling a story, and taking in a moment. These days are not filled with being lost within a social media conundrum while abroad, instead I'm focused on learning what I've unlearned for the last few years, the art of seeing things from behind a lens.

When visiting this city, I feel as though I'm the only black face who runs/walks about freely. At first, the stares made me think that I was an anomaly, an alien in a world of residents who were inquisitive about my movements. It is truly difficult being black whether in the USA or abroad, however, I'm also a duck so a lot of things tend to roll off my back, much like water to a duck's feathers.

In life there are so many roads one can take, to arrive at an intended or for that matter non-intended destination. My life has been one of endurance, one of patience but here I sit growing ever so tired of the wait, the turns. Perhaps, this is the part of the journey where my youthful smile dissipates and the age starts showing a bit more. Meh, who am I kidding, I'm just coming into my own, and beginning to blossom.

I love street photography, I obviously love black and white photography as well. The brand of camera which I shoot on is world know and there are people who you can pay anywhere from $240 - $2,499 to "hangout with" and have them critique ones shooting style. Alas, a road and fork.

Creativity, for me is buried currently but then I'm in the backseat of a car, windows down, wind in my face and ears, wondering if I'm good enough to capture something special, something unique. The same can be said of love... Am I good enough to capture something as simple, yet as complicated as love.

The muse seemed to think so and my thoughts led me to think to myself, he's turning right and we're heading straight, the fork is evident but the memory will forever exist (for free).

I'm tired, nonetheless, I'm feeling creative.