Friday, January 18, 2008
She sells seashells by the seashore
Deerfield Beach, December 2007
As the wind chimes out back sing furiously in the winter wind that's descended on our little corner of the world, I find myself seeking comfort in pictures that I took not so long ago in a place that now seems light years removed from here.
I often use pictures as a bit of a crutch, staring at them for a bit in the hope that they'll take me, however temporarily, to another time and place. It's a quiet form of personal escapism, and it gives me something genteel to both remember and look forward to as I get ready to tuck in for the night.
Your turn: Do you use photography as a means of escapism? How?