Three days until we leave for our big European trip. Trying to ignore the way it seems like the UK and Europe have all just sort of… rinsed their hands of Covid. Seems inevitable that we’ll contract it again.

I’m trying to figure out how to get out of my local photography rut. I used to low-key sneer at people who only took pics while they were on trips, their instagram giving the illusion of permanent vacation. I used to pride myself in finding beauty in my home town. But since moving to LA my world has shrunk to the bounds of my home, the car insulating you from absolutely everything. Today driving to coffee I saw a pair of red velvet heels discarded on the side of the road, one on the sidewalk, the other somehow balanced on the edge of the curb. I wanted to take a pic but there was no way to stop. In any event I’m sure I’ll have literally thousands of photos from the trip, everything looking new and unique to a tourist’s eye.