What follows are some thoughts and photos from a
short trip to Granada, Spain in December 2023.
What's first is the quiet. The quiet of people who’ve been entranced into a sleepy state by the rocking of the bus and we pass row after row of olive groves on white soil that may as well be snow.
In the city, the sounds of buskers reverberate through the streets, telling you a sunlit plaza is close by.
At the Granada mosque, the sound of water dribbling out of a fountain while tourists come and go, taking photos along the way. Struck with the thought that at this moment, there probably is no one thinking of me. Which should be a sad thought, but it’s also neutral, since I think we all think about ourselves more than we think of others. So the odds aren’t in my favor, nor are they designed to be. Girls huddle around a phone and laugh at the photos they’ve taken. Some stare at their screen, lost in some other world, learning, playing, or just watching the idealized lives of others. And I’m here, trying to be in the moment.
An orange lit church bell tower shows itself through the reflection of many English speakers conversing over a hostel kitchen table.
A widow bringing flowers to a grave as I walk by ghosts of moments gone by.
Empty tissue packet.
































