I could write about my adventurings at the Vancouver Art Gallery, my bike trip to the fishing village of Steveston, and my delightful weekend in Victoria, but I’m just not motivated to share. I mean, I could describe in very flowery prose the arrangement and colour compatibility of florets at Butchart Gardens, or how I had to shoo away a curious pod of chubby harbour seals because I was too selfish to share my steamed oysters at the wharf.
What am I trying to say here? Lost in thought for a bit just now.
I have to be in the moment and then share the moment at the same time.
With another human being.
I get a weird sense of accomplishment by travelling to places on my own, setting the camera on manual mode, and taking nice pictures, but for what? My memory card is filled with pictures of emotionless urban landscapes and buildings.
Maybe I just have to stop travelling to all these romantic places alone.
And that’s why I’m not motivated to share.