I remember walking around in Chicago with an exchange student from Switzerland when I was maybe a freshman in high school. He took pictures of everything. Up, down, up, down. He was blown away by tall buildings and the people walking swiftly along the sidewalks beneath them.
I know the feeling. When traveling, I find myself pointing the camera out the window of whatever vehicle I’m in. You’re trapped, really. So for me, it becomes an exercise in creating something, or at least attempting to do so, at 70 mph. And when I get home and sift through my files, those cryptic images from aboard the bus or speeding train are the ones I stare at most. Those little pieces of landscape take me right back to the spot, a moment of that journey, and I can slip into a little daydream about the place.
all images © Tim LaBarge