Twice a week, I have a routine: park my car on 21st Street, walk to the Philadelphia Shambhala Center, meditate with friends, and afterwards head to Trader Joe’s to pick up a few items. In the two years I’ve been living in this city, the routine has become second nature.
Last night, I mixed things up a bit by toting along the Nikon Digital SLR I usually reserve for special occasions. Viewing the photos afterwards opened my eyes to the inherent beauty of my seemingly mundane routine.
Studiying the picture of Sansom Street after dusk, for example, I was struck by the thought: “Holy metropolis, Batman, that street is old!” As a Minneapolis native who relocated to Philadelphia in 2011, I remember having been impressed with the rowhouses and seemingly-ancient streets when I first moved here. More and more often now, I find myself taking them for granted.
Placing my grocery bag into the trunk, I hopped into the car and set my camera down on the passenger seat. On my way home, the light turned red at an intersection next to 30th Street Station. I took the opportunity to reach for my trusty Nikon and capture this final photo before the light turned green again. The station’s architecture is an example of Classical Revival style. Truly magnificent!