PICTURE OF THE DAY: Detroit April 13th 6:16AM

On August 20, 2011 by admin

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On my way to Hartford from LA I had a layover in Detroit. I love Detroit, I really do. Detroit folk are beautiful. But I was stuck at the airport. At 6AM. With no time to hit the lovely streets of D (no sarcasm). Wandering around, trying to kill some time and make it to the gate of next flight (that is always, guaranteed to be at the other side of the airport). As I was walking on one of those airport walkways and wondering why people don’t obey the standing on one half and walking on the other rule choosing to plant their asses and their carry ons right in the middle when I saw something weird from the corner of my eye. When I turned to the side I thought I was looking into a mirror. I saw another walkway and somebody dressed like me with my hair looking right at me. “It’s a mirror” I thought until I looked again and I saw the other me walking up onto an escalator. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself so I pushed on through the parked asses and I managed to snap this pic. When I got to the top I was gone.

I remembered that quote from Buckaroo Bonzai, “No matter where you go, there you are”. I remembered it because I was there. Right there. Ahi.

In the following twelve days (2 days of Pre-Production, 10 days of shooting) there would be times where I’d lose myself completely. All I had to do was go back to that moment at the airport in Detroit and I would find myself again. I could see where I was going. Well, not actually see where I was going but see myself going. Moving. Moving forward.

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