There is nothing particularly beautiful about these pictures. They are merely what catches my eye while I am walking. I’m afraid I’m drawn to the mundane. Although, I think it’s a mistake to think something is boring.
I like to read about ordinary people. Some of my favorite historical fictions are from the point of view of the sister or the “nobody” of the famous person. So maybe this pull towards quiet things derives from wondering what the perspective would be from the person who’s doing the least amount of talking in a room.
The same can be said about the things we pass by everyday. In other words, I like to see the beauty and the celebrity in the common. It’s easy to take a photo of something beautiful and breathtaking. It’s more challenging to look at something through a different viewfinder. *valley girl accent* I just like to look at things.
The downside to this is I can’t look at people when I’m talking because I find them to be too distracting when I’m trying to say something. When they are talking, I look at them, of course. But when I’m talking I usually look away. If what I’m trying to say is taking a lot of effort, I can’t look at him or her. And if we are in a public place together I like to look around.
To most people, my behavior is considered rude. I’ve had people try to put themselves in front of my wandering eyes when I’m talking. It’s kind of funny, actually. They wiggle to get my attention as if to say, “Hello! I’m over here!” and I know why they are doing it, but I’m just fishing for the right words and analyzing you takes a certain kind of energy. Although, if I don’t know you very well, I try not to let my eyes leave your face when you are talking.