essays
The Moment Next Door
noteworthy normalities hidden in plain sight of destinations extraordinaires
Traveling the world is to be smitten with the world. But with all its obvious glory wrapped around the eyes, ricocheting between landmarks and landscapes with names and fames, it is hard to see the less show-off-y phenomena tucked away in immediate proximity. While our gaze is fixed to the brightest stars, there is something dancing in the black holes of our attention span where the cosmos is deepest, something nameless but far from beautyless, something that can only be experienced from the inside. Always singular, often vague, sometimes marginal, and never trivial, the moments next door can only be found, not sought.
"All too flattened by the genericness of travel's mass-experiences, it is time to make space for the moments next door:"
All too flattened by the genericness of travel's mass-experiences, it is time to make space for the moments next door: noteworthy normalities hidden in plain sight of destinations extraordinaires, unsung heroes disappearing in the shadows of headline happenings, modest neighbors of guidebook icons.
"Showing the world as is, this body of work is framed by candor and not caged in by any one genre, style, or color pallet."
Showing the world as is, this body of work is framed by candor but not caged in by any one genre, style, or color pallet. No fancy post-production acrobatics have been performed on these shots; no sexy cosmetics have been applied. Any addition would have been a lie at best, a robbery at worst.
Where the world is loudest there are no secrets to be unearthed. The moments next door are as quiet as they are surprising, ad hoc tableaus that expire as they transpire, unassembled piles of atoms, improbable constellations that tickle the solidified predictability of sightseeing purism.
