Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Floating Away, on Rozengracht:


This past Sunday, while cycling through the city, sun-rays pierced the cumulus clouds that seem to always loom above Dutch skies. Lost in the moment; Debbie Millman's newest podcast on curatorial curiosity whispered to my ears, glorious gables of Lauriergracht peppered my view, and the springtime sun warmed my face. In a rabbit-hole of my own making, my thoughts tumbling and summersaulting in franticly focussed ways, I reached for my camera, hoping to to translate those thoughts into a physical manifestation by means of the oh-so-gratifying medium of photography. While chasing the white rabbit, I began to wonder what it is exactly that makes my connection to this dramatically layered city so strong; many experiences contribute to why Amsterdam has so profoundly impacted my life. But what makes the city itself so special, beyond the countless gables, bikes, bridges, and canals, I realized, is not the city itself, but the movement that occurs within it. Grounded and strong, yet gleefully light-hearted and welcoming–Amsterdam's streets are fully of mystery, intrigue, and the everyday. Just around the corner will be yet another unexpected treasure, ready to sweep you off your feet–if you reach for it–assisting in allowing you to just... float away...