arizona, how i see it, north america, photography, williams
Today’s especially sunny and there are freezing, biting breezes racing in the alleyways and down small downtown streets. I swap sidewalks to meander on the sunny-side and stop to visit the only thrift shop in town. Sitting in the coffee shop, also the only coffee shop in town, I’m settled and appreciative of the gifts I’ve come to know as necessities: a creative space to work, a cup of coffee, and music pouring into my mind from my headphones. The shop’s playing Radiohead, which is normally an absolute favorite, but I’m listening to the newest Fun. album, Some Nights, a perfectly suitable substitue. Williams, Arizona, though making its way gracefully through their slow season, is alive today. A few tourists are browsing shops, hopping trains, and probing about a rumored train robbery. The windows of a cute storefront next door are covered in brown paper–a beef jerky shop is opening up, the second jerky shop on the block. Go figure.
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arizona, how i see it, photography, united states of america, williams
This past year, I traveled from Norway to Oregon to visit my family and photograph a wedding–not realizing I’d intend to stay in the states. Then, I traveled to North Carolina for the holidays (the whole of them) and fell in like with a wonderful man. So, then we both moved to Northern Arizona–I live three blocks from historic Route 66 in Williams, AZ (The Gateway to the Grand Canyon). Williams is a quaint, small town, but I’m absolutely in love with it. I love the flow. I appreciate that I see the same people in Safeway when I go shopping (and hold conversations in the checkout line). I’ve spent hours talking to the lady who runs the quilt shop. Best yet, they are re-opening The American Flyer Coffee Co, so I’ll be able to do my coffee shop + work thing.
We went on another little adventure (see the last one in Greensboro here and the Desert Trip I & II) in Williams last week. This feels like a new hobby, photographic wandering. It’s not quite Where We Stay, but it’s not exactly How I See It. Lately, I feel like it’s my only means of knowing & really seeing a Place. I have another part of this story to share next time.
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