“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
The presencing I feel when I travel is like an addictive drug allowing me to be in the present, leaving me wanting more. Its fleeting nature allows it to pass into the archives of the past, reluctantly escaping into the safety of memory.
“I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.” – Mary Anne Radmacher
I have the memories, tucked away in my heart, the experiences stored in my body and the photos stored on computer hard drives, bringing the past into the here and now.
“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” – Anonymous
I am curiously aware of others’ experiences – what they are seeing that makes them take a photo of a particular scene, what they are hearing that makes them turn around to look at another scene and what they are feeling that gives them the freedom to strike silly poses in an effort to make the moment memorable.
“Photos bring the past into the here and now.” – Regina Martins