“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
― W.B. YeatsWhether awake or asleep, most of my time is spent on a crossroad between the past and future. I have trouble living in the present and struggle to appreciate all that is right in front of me, until it's gone.
With this in mind, I escaped to Arundel a few months ago and reached a happy compromise; it's a quaint historical town quietly situated thirty minutes from where I grew up. The River Arun is home to a family of waddling ducks and eager ducklings learning to paddle their webbed feet against the current. It has a towering castle surrounded by trees peppered with the golden leaves of autumn and family-owned shops dotted along the cobblestone streets.
Whilst one side of the market town is a child of over a thousand years of history, the other half continues to grow alongside the changing eras of our everyday lives and encompasses a healthy balance of the past, present and future,
It was here that I spent the day with only a camera in hand allowing myself to lose track of time and thought to share the adventitious snaps with you all. I coaxed myself into admiring the short-lived product of nature, instead of focusing on how the entwining paths of the past could make its consequential way into my future.