I woke up to the sounds of motorcycles on my street this morning and drank coffee in my hammock while enjoying the morning breeze on my front porch. I sat with my computer, straining to capture the wifi signal wafting up into my apartment from the café next door along with smells of khmer cooking. After a few minutes of catching up with the activity that happened on the otherside of the world while I slept, I dragged myself out of the hammock and went for a bike ride across town. I filled my morning taking pictures of monuments and temples and people pushing an array of their wares through the mangled traffic- coconuts and balloons and sugarcane and magazines and then made my way back home through a maze of streets that I hadn’t yet explored. I’m still amazed with the ordinary and capturing pictures in my head every moment of my new life. Sometimes I wish that I had a webcam attached to my self so I could share the wonders of my new discoveries in real time. But then later, when I fell off my bike (totally my fault because I was talking on my phone and doing a u-turn at the same time) I gave up that dream pretty quickly. Another beautiful ordinary day.
“The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.” – Thomas Moore