Indebted

Morning Glories / June 24, 2019

Most of the morning strolls that I’ve heard about or been a part of myself have consisted of nothing more than construction workers and drunks who lasted through the night and into the rising sun. I decided to take the risk and instead of running to my typical default of Charles Bridge, I made a trip down some of the more quiet neighborhoods of Prague. 

The 4:00 am wakeup felt absolutely pointless for the first hour or so of my venture. My unaccompanied stroll was peaceful and restful, but could have been made at a more decent hour of the day. After blocks and blocks of no success, I decided to take a break and grab a much needed coffee. I parked myself out front per usual and caught a glimpse of this joyful family out of the corner of my eye.

Looking back on the moment makes me giggle a little now. 

My heart was so full after the click of the last shutter faded. I was genuinely shocked to see such a sight – a family spending quality time together and simultaneously enjoying the tranquility and recharge that a good morning has to offer. I am forever indebted to photography for not only making these moments something that I want to preserve, but something that I wish to take a personal part in.

Lugging a camera around a new country for a month has not been the easiest task. I have had unwanted confrontation, endless stares, and have acquired what I’m sure is a permanent bruise on my hip. But as with any challenge, I gained the greatest reward – my eyes are forever peeled for the simple things. A light peaking through the darkest of doorways, an individual’s personality through the expression of clothing, an unspoken love shared between a quiet family on an early morning. Whether or not photography is what I decide to pursue as a career, I will forever be internally storing moments like these and for that I could not be more thankful.