Speed Or High
“Speed or high?”
“Both can. But I might choose speed more.”
“I can see that.”
For all of the feelings I refuse to deny, and all of the memories I refuse to forget.
“Speed or high?”
“Both can. But I might choose speed more.”
“I can see that.”
How can I be lost when I never even belong to? My whole life is a never-ending journey, perfectly nomadic. The world is my playground.
A glimpse of the past. Something that always catch my attention.
I love old architectures and old buildings. Love to touch them or just put my head near and listen to the sound that the wind blows between the wall and my ears.
Some pictures just felt specific and can't be posted with different caption than what was already in my head when I captured them.
Some others can't even be explained properly using words, about how they felt to me and what they reminded me of. And this picture is one of them.
The beauty of it, I guess.
Many times, when travelling, I found homes in new places.
I found friendly surroundings, the smells that I was so familiar with, the smiles that I feel like I've seen somewhere before, and the warmth of strangers that feels just like old friends.
And I just love to close my eyes and grasp the moment for a while.
For home is where our hearts belong.
Let me ask you a question.”
“Hm?”
“I am a great artisan kan dear? I make beautiful things.”
“Yep. And?”
As I believe that everything has a reason and will be unveiled at the right time, sometimes it was the unreasonable things that put everything together back at their places.
Some people show to the world that they love you, while some others ignore the whole world only to love you.
Just make sure you know which one you preferred.
“Some photos are meaningful not because of the object. Sometimes it was about the moment. When did we take it? What did we feel at that very moment? Why did we wanna memorize that moment? Who do we wanna show it to? How do we expect that person to feel or react when he/she sees it? Some other times, some photos are meaningful because we know someone will feel very happy to receive and see it. Because we were remembering that person when we took it. And sometimes, they hold some feelings that we couldn't say out loud.”
“That's from the photographer's point of view. Yet do you know why the one who receive them feel happy? Even just to see some random meaningless scene? From the viewer's point of view?”
“Hm...tell me?”
“Because those pictures show a glimpse of the photographer's days, which the viewer wasn't able to share with. Or a glimpse of how the photographer see the world, which is very different from the viewer's point of view. Those pictures freezed the time and the memories. And sometimes, they gave space to some feelings that we wanna make sure of. :)”
“:)”