{"id":4077,"date":"2015-09-15T16:31:06","date_gmt":"2015-09-15T23:31:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/steveschwarz.com\/?p=4077"},"modified":"2019-02-14T21:47:22","modified_gmt":"2019-02-15T04:47:22","slug":"where-would-you-like-to-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.steveschwarz.com\/?p=4077","title":{"rendered":"Where would you like to be&#8230;?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After traveling around the world for 10 months &#8211; I am still asked &#8220;Where would you rather be ?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I am always struck by the question &#8230;where&#8230;where&#8230;Where would you rather be ?. It assumes that I want to be somewhere else !.<\/p>\n<p>I have been back for nearly three weeks, and have returned to work for nearly three weeks.&nbsp; The question &#8220;Where would you rather be ?&#8221; rings clearly in my mind.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Frankly &#8211; Yes, I would rather be somewhere else, but until today &#8211; I did not know where.&nbsp; There has been a lot going in my person life, along with a return to work (sitting quietly in a cubicle for 6 hours a day). Yes, it is hard.<\/p>\n<p>The question &#8220;Where would you rather be ?&#8221; rings clearly in my mind.<\/p>\n<p>After a brief hiatus, I have again picked up my camera. I still post the odd photo on Facebook, Flickr or Twitter. For the most part, they are simply a picture of random subjects, or something that I know people will like. Most folks love photos of the northern lights, sunrise and sunsets.<\/p>\n<p>Again, the question &#8220;Where would you rather be ?&#8221; rings clearly in my mind. Physically, I am here, but I am not.&nbsp; It is obvious that my mind isn&#8217;t really here. To me, the photos that I have been posting as the easy ones &#8211; pictures that do not require an explanation.&nbsp; I was recently at a photography exhibit &#8211; the concept was unique, and photos were all technically (focus, lighting, and composition etc) were perfect. I found myself staring at the photo &#8211; of naked young women with an animal skull in front of their faces.&nbsp; I wasn&#8217;t intentionally staring at their naked bodies, more that I was thinking about the photos. In my mind, they were a picture that would attract attention &#8211; similar to a photo of northern lights, a sunrise or a sunset.&nbsp; There was no explanation. Why did the photographer use a very skinny model, instead of a more rounded model, What was the photographer trying to represent with these naked images of the young women ?. &nbsp; In a blank stare, I continue to look at the photos.<\/p>\n<p>Again, the question &#8220;Where would you rather be ?&#8221; rings clearly in my mind.<\/p>\n<p>I am here, looking at these naked images but obviously my mind is somewhere else.<\/p>\n<p>Some of the photos that I have taken since arrive back in Yellowknife are the easy photos, and the more significant photos need an explanation. Without context or explanation &#8211; they would simply be a photo with no depth, no reason, and seemingly &#8211; no thought. I have yet to post these photos, or transcribe the scribbles from my notebook to a computer.<\/p>\n<p>The next time, someone asks &#8220;Where would you rather be ?&#8221; &#8211; I now know, where I would rather be. Simply &#8211; would rather be in a place where I would not need to add those explanations &#8211; where it could be done verbally, siting with friends &#8211; over beers or around a campfire. It simply wold not be appropriate to add the explanations to a blog post.<\/p>\n<p>Yes &#8211; &#8220;Where would you rather be ?&#8221; now has an answer.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After traveling around the world for 10 months &#8211; I am still asked &#8220;Where would you rather be ?&#8221; I am always struck by the question &#8230;where&#8230;where&#8230;Where would you rather be ?. It assumes that I want to be somewhere else !. 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