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An Alleyway in London

Digging back through the archives, I found this particular shot of a London alleyway. I could probably tell you where it was in…
An Alleyway in London

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An Alleyway in London

Digging back through the archives, I found this particular shot of a London alleyway. I could probably tell you where it was in approximation to St. Paul’s Cathedral and Threadneedles Street but, beyond that, I’d be at a loss.

Traveling to London was one of those formative experiences that I had. It was one of the first places internationally I was able to escape to and formed a solid base of operations for me for several years running. It was also where I developed a great love for the alleys and not-quite-so-present thoroughfares of larger cities. Honestly, while I hold no great love for big metropolises, there was something about the dead streets of the old city of London at 1am that created a sort of gravity in my soul.

I’ve waxed poetic over these past few months to an ever-enlarging audience about why I feel that the dark offers such great opportunity for us to grow. It’s as if we need those curtains shut on the blinding lights of humanity so that we can enjoy the stillness of a less active time. It plays against our diurnal nature as well which, funny enough, opens up a lot of opportunity to discover and develop our senses differently.

In any case, as the daylight gets shorter and the nights longer, there’s more opportunity for us to grow, perhaps not with camera and lens but maybe in close proximity to those whose darkness is a little more than our light.

Perhaps this season is all about embracing the dark night of our souls and learning from them, learning from the shadows while the light is put to rest.

All I know is that we’re afforded so little time to learn and, within the moments we’re given, it behooves us to embrace it all. So, with a open heart, I urge you to embrace the dark with as much joy as the light and learn what you can from it.

May it ever be so.