THE ART OF NOTICING: NEW YORK CITY.
What I've noticed over the thirty something years I've been coming to New York is how it has a way of pulling your attention upward. The buildings, the bridges, the sheer scale of it all. And yet, what tends to stay with me aren't the obvious things. What I remember most are the smaller moments.
I've always been drawn to old churches when I travel. It's not necessarily for religious reasons, although there is often a divine presence I can feel in these places. It's more about the quiet and a slower pace. These beautiful places of worship, with their rich history and detailed architecture, invite a different kind of attention. In a city that is constantly moving, they feel like a much needed pause.
One of the things I notice when I travel is how often words find me. A phrase painted on a wall, a handwritten note, a line from a play. Small but meaningful pieces of language that seem to appear at just the right moment.
For me, travel is a literal break from the scenes and routines of daily life. New places offer a different visual landscape, new sounds, textures, colors and experiences. They wake up my senses in a way that feels both grounding and inspiring. When everything around me is unfamiliar, I naturally begin paying closer attention. Things tend to stand out and details catch my eye. Travel interrupts the familiar just long enough for me to see again.
