I went out after some coffee today at Starbucks in a new direction kinda south of George Town. Wanted to see an area which looked interesting on Google Maps. Often I find a road or sidewalk or bridge that will let me see things beyond the tourist trails and the UNESCO sites. Not hidden gems or amazing discoveries. Just the little things that are there patiently waiting perhaps for my feet to lead me and the camera to the place. It was that way today. I found places not reviewed or described by others. Solitary pathways to walk and think of my last days in Malaysia.
A bridge blocked to cars but open to the curious. A place to walk over and see what its on the other side. So I did. And as I walked I saw only a few people that all said hello or waved. I found a rather solitary path to walk on Penang Island which leads to thoughts of yet other things.
Amazing? No. Just a path that would lead until its end. There were other things I found both before and after which hit the spot so to speak. The wandering spark always seems to come full circle when I find the little things which either are mysterious or colorful or cause more questions to be asked.
The why of things. The why not of things. Its always the way of it when I go. And I question and there are no real answers.
What I know though is I love the little things. The patterns that make me think of the bigger things. I’ve come to realize with my FujiFilm X100F that the balance of things I ask of it are not the big hashtags. Its more of the life of a moment and one to come.
And then the moment ends because the path has ended. There is a road that leads back. I see familiar things. Landmarks perhaps that strike at the distance.
I know I am close and the day is closer to being mine again. Another week and a day or so and I move slowly. Move on to Bangkok for weeks doing the same thing. The slow movement of moments spent wandering and finding the little things. Little things that may become big things.