slow down

I've learned recently, the beauty behind art journaling/mind mapping during a workshop with a photographer whose work I've long admired. 

Her process for the last decade happens during 'make mode', and utilizes japanese albums, which are light and easily transportable. (I adore them because they pack a lot of information into a small space.) 

I was resistant to the process because I know myself and I can will get lost in a process. There's nothing I love more than pasting photos into a book, making charts, and writing about my feelings. Much of the process about 'make mode' is also making work and that hasn't been happening as much.

I thought about that yesterday, when I found this photo cleaning up my computer, a photo I shot last summer in the East Village.

It was early Sunday morning and already hotter than hell. I walked down St. Marks Place because it was shady, forgetting that most of the light posts had been covered in mosaic, (be still my little heart.)  

Slow Down

An obvious message if you've ever been on any street in Manhattan, instead I took it personally, noting that if I hadn't slowed my pace, I'd have walked right past. 

And the Tin Man...isn't his message even more profound?