Wings of Spontaneity

It was all so spontaneous.

Unpredictable.

Violating the sacred boundaries of my comfort zone.

I finished up some work on the computer and snapped my laptop shut.

I threw on my leather jacket to keep warm, laced up my Gore-Tex boots to keep my feet dry, and wandered out of my apartment into the frigid embrace of the brisk night, my camera swinging gently from my neck.

Street_Night - Peace

My boots hit the sidewalk without direction or purpose as I began searching for whatever it was I was looking for.

Street_Night - Light Reflected

Listless.

Lost.

Alive.

Street_Night - Wall Art

I quickly discovered the city had been waiting patiently for me, slowly revealing its secrets with each shot as I meandered my way through the scurry of passing cars, couples with interlocked gloved hands, a drunk stumbling while singing some forgotten, archaic tune.

Street_Night - Pete's

And every time I raised my camera to my eye and heard the shutter go “click,” I thought to myself how lucky I was to be dragged out of my place by the swift wings of spontaneity.

Street_Night - Circle of Light

 

Photographs and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

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