This past Saturday afternoon, the clouds were amazing – on the heels of a morning of rain showers. So I waited for the last drops to pass, packed up my camera and headed out the door. A quick stop at Coutume Café – for my cold extraction brew – and I was off into the 7ème to see what I could snap. Within a couple minutes I found myself at the Hôtel des Invalides, with its dome lit up by the sun, against a backdrop of dark grey storm clouds . . . and then I saw the tip of the Eiffel Tower off in the distance. Why not just keep walking until I was there? It was exactly the kind of sky I wait for when I think of shooting some of the grandest scenes here in Paris.
I’d return home a few hours later to see the news that Amy Winehouse had been discovered dead by paramedics, literally to the minute I’d earlier left my apartment. It’s been weighing on me, not only as a huge fan of hers, but as a friend of those who struggle with the same demons. So I look at the above photo and feel lucky that I take advantage of life to the point I could casually step into a moment that, for many, is nothing short of a lifelong fantasy – even as others chose to completely self-destruct in the same instant. It’s amazing to realize how easy either choice is to make for yourself.
If you didn’t make excuses . . .
For why you “can’t” . . .
Or why you “shouldn’t” . . .
Where would you be right now?