After yesterday’s nostalgic look at one of my happy places, I started digging around in the archives.
Doesn’t look like much, does it? A nice stone arch over a curved walkway. Pretty straightforward architectural shot.
But similar to yesterday’s post, this was a revisit to a place that I had first visited almost fourteen years prior. A scene that I shot on film and printed.
That print is framed and hanging on the wall directly behind me right now.
Although there are a lot of differences between the two, it’s the same walkway. The original was oriented in portrait, it was shot from the opposite end of this view (so the sidewalk arches to the left) and there were very beautiful, large complementary brown, round glazed pots, evenly spaced between the columns. It was quite a scene.
I was very disappointed to see that they had moved the pots elsewhere, since they added a unique curved element to the scene. I did get photos of them in their “new” location, but it wasn’t the same.
Outside the technical aspects of the image, there’s more to it.
That first trip, we were lugging around a one-month old unhappy camper (it was hot and humid that day). The trip that let me take the picture above, the boy was thirteen and standing next to me. He’s now an adult with a family of his own. Doing great things.
And the best part? Even without the photos, I can quickly visualize the place and think all the same things.
But it is nice to see it.