8.31.2009

My Feet Were In Costa Rica

I've been back from Costa Rica for about three weeks now, and I am finally beginning to process through all that I consumed through my senses--it was a major sensory overload. Photographs are the best souvenirs because they each remind me of what my other four senses were doing, and now that I've had the chance to readjust myself to my comfort culture, I can begin to share specifically on how the trip influenced me.

Looking through my 900 pictures or so, I noticed my tendency to take a picture of my feet in context of where I was at that moment. Everywhere I went, I would look(or stare) at all the people, the buildings, the sky, the streets, the cars, the mountains, the gardens... everything. Although I didn't really hold back when it came to taking pictures of everything I saw, there was something reassuring and "grounding" for me to identify where my feet actually were at that very moment in time. Perhaps it was a way for me to recognize the reality of it all, that it wasn't some kind of fleeting dream. I really did go to Costa Rica and witness a culture that celebrates life in its society and in nature.













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