witnessing: insects busy building. strengths hidden in a fluid movement. ticks and tocks of yesteryear machinery. sincere empathy. the sugar stickiness of juicy fruit drip drip dripping. surprising melodies. honest social graces. arrivals and departures. the cycles of life. beats subtle in footsteps. instant deep-rooted friendships. words of story tellers. warm and screaming sunshine. communication dressed as art. thinning of thick skin. encounters by way of chance. stranger kindness.
Elements of humanity and the stories that carry them. Especially when they get built into the environment or are used to create a wider experience, like a shadow of soul that peeks out of the hustle and bustle of life.
Like the fact that in the WWII American cemetery in Normandy, France, all the graves face West towards home.
Like the beams of light that shined up as a reverse shadow of the twin towers after 911.
Like the video of Jill & Kevin’s Big Day where the bridal party all danced down the aisle instead of being all slow and mopey.
These things move me.
I am moved by the smell of the air when it’s about to rain.
I am moved by people & their clever “design hacks” (duct tape wallets, holding a magazine over their head when it’s raining).
I am moved by the hilarious observations that little kids make.
I love watching and observing sub-cultures that I am not part of and trying to understand motivations, rituals, intents.
