Exploration, culture, and on passion

Today is the fresh start to a new sleeping pattern, after almost a week of having a completely broken one that kept me inside, away from eating and doing anything. I roamed Yerevan today, I climbed the Cascade under the sun. I walked down streets unfamiliar to me. I admired the beauty of the city under newfound perspectives as the introduction of spring was clearly here. Later, I had food with a group of Armenians. We talked about Armenia; I then photographed them. Before this meeting, I found myself in a very typical Russian bar, where I downed two beers. This increased the vibrancy of things around me. But also boosted my morale having walked for half of the day under that heat. I kept my gimbal in one hand, constantly recording clips. As I type this I'm half asleep, barely capable of keeping my eyes open. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Being a photographer here is difficult. I almost feel like I don't want to charge clients. I have so much fun with it that it seems almost wrong to do it for a price. But it's so much fun to have this outlet which results in meeting new people, sharing ideas and seeing different perspectives on things. As the golden light hit the old buildings of Yerevan, I walked through the streets and thought to myself: why would people pay me for my pictures? Woukd I still do it if I didn't grt paid? I know that I would continue it regardless of earnings. For me it feels like bliss to be out in the world and finding something new to appreciate. How each adventure is random, full of its own stories. It's those stories that make me feel alive. To look into the world and discover something different. Uncertain of what may await ahead. Before leaving I was asked if I needed a taxi, or if I would be okay going home; I told them I intended on getting lost. I want to feel lost.

The culture insists on such kindness, such consideration. I didn't feel like I walked into a job, but walked into a space full of existing friends. The communication kicked off instantly. Laughter began, and food and wine were quickly devoured. I felt a sense of curiosity, of now many more events like these I could find myself in, before finding it less exciting. I don't think it ever will grow stale, though. I feel like I'm made to explore and meet new people. To feel that constant motion.

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