The other week I took to the streets of downtown Bristol after dark with my camera and trusty tripod. Taking photos at night is a much more technical process than day photography, but I found it to be a great learning experience and I enjoyed it immensely nonetheless.
-Photos taken sometime in late November/ early December, 2020.
If you love traveling and your enthusiasm for foreign cultures prompts you to buy a one-way ticket, chances are you follow a certain set of unspoken rules that I call: The Avid Traveler’s Code of Conduct
Like all of you, I spent both the winter season and spring cooped up at home social distancing, self-quarantining and losing partial sanity.
During the three months of lockdown I went through the same stages as you probably did. First, in-denial: I couldn’t believe all the new rules and precautions we were demanded to follow. Then, obsession: I watched the news and relentlessly scrolled through social media becoming even more flabbergasted. Thirdly, acceptance: I realised there’s nothing I could do except make the best of my time.
So I did (or tried to)
Realistically I wasn’t as productive, or well-balanced as I care to admit. However, looking back I had so many honest and enlightening conversations with my family that I was O.K with slack in my physical, financial, and creative pursuits.
That isn’t to say I gave up on those pursuits all together, instead they took on a different feel.
My time in Rhode Island proved to be nothing like I expected it to be. Instead it was completely spontaneous granted the circumstance the entire world found itself in.
Down below is a full collection that documents my time in Bristol, Rhode Island
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