Since My relocation to the Midwest, I haven't really got settled yet. So far it has been a lot like a very long vacation. I am anxious to get started on my new life and to see if I can find a place in the cold North.
I hadn't noticed how much of a bubble I lived in, I think it will be very good for me to wonder out of my confort zone and interact with different people.
My interactions so far have been mixed. I had a man in a car ask me what I was taking pictures of and seemed perplexed when I told him I was looking for things that were red. I have had a hermit that lived in the woods call me a socialist because I had accidentally wondered on his land. I seem to blow peoples minds with what I think are the simplest of conversations.
I don't want to imply that these are close-minded backwards people. I do not feel that way at all. What I do want to get across is that I think we all to a certain extent find our own comfort zone and do not wonder out of it enough. I myself feel at home with artists and mystics, philosophers and poets. I have no idea what to talk about with a factory worker or farmer. I would like to think that we could find some common ground, however I think at times we would both have to walk on unfamiliar ground in order to connect.
This week I have been around all maner of folks that the only thing I had in common with was air. From Amish to Nursery workers. I realized through this that not everyone wants to open minded. That many people are not only comfortable in their life, but would see mine as being flat out wrong. In all this I see more and more the need for people like me to not hide out in safe communities but to be out in the open. I feel as I have always felt. That I exist to give the world alternatives. It doesn't matter what that they do with it, as long as they know it exists.
Caleb
The Photo-Monk.
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