(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place. And then I’m going to tell you about it. If you want to follow my journey, start here. Today is Day Twenty-Seven.)
In deliberate resistance to my own aesthetic, I shot in color all week, with a telephoto lens, for the first time.
I found a silver lining in a sky full of stars.
I met friends in Grandin Village, was treated to a free grilled cheese and ice cream, and felt, for the first time in a long time, like I belong here.
And also, I used that new telephoto lens to shoot about a hundred photos of the light catching in my neighbor’s sprinkler:
Which might well be one of the single most transcendent images I’ve witnessed in a long, long time.
(I am an absolute loon).
And I just want to say this:
Thank you for sharing this journey with me.