a community outside of man's pace

maybe poor management and/or conception of current time progression or maybe i've been hanging on to a drag you around type of cold i picked up at work over a week ago, but i love the periodic slow down. the sun feels warm and good in january, the wildlife active, and the rub of my bicycle's tires against grit and urban quite loud. the most important task at hand for me this week is to articulate what i will be spending so many print lab hours on in the coming months. etching for certain. quiet, unpopulated, spent and no longer useful, hard to recoginize for its intended purpose, and out of season, this is what i'm attracted to when i walk to the bus stop and notice something in the gutter or in the grass behind the cell phone kiosk. maybe a few pieces of broken off pipe, a flattened phone cable, or a gnarled few bits of litter in the corner of a parking lot. what about concrete? how will it take to being sent though the sd300 then onto a copper plate backwards? i'm not averse to escapism, if you will call it that. it's just that routines are so inane, all illusion like. just what catches me as beautiful, less species specific - that's what i want to capture. that state of comfort, things being the way you want them, a feeling of relaxation in the body because the environment is going well, having money and things running smoothly - not reliable. the flawed and unique that's in front of me right now, that's where i'll spend my time.