Light poured in from the open windows above as we made way to the slow moving escalator, taking us to a place void of any natural light, yet still so full of life. Announcements blaring overhead, trains creating gusts of wind, unacknowledged by those who stood waiting.
Flashbacks to Paris.
The only other time I've ridden a subway was years ago, and immediately I was filled with the same excitement and anticipation of moving forward, of laying my eyes on a new space. We ventured out into the city. Warm tree lined streets, contrasting brick and skyscrapers overhead, and a friend. Eyes eager to see. Heart full; ready to capture, create and preserve these moments. This memory. Another flashback.
Last week was just full of exploring and inspiration.
Part one of the moments collected in Boston.