my contention that the presence of magic in a place is an integral ingredient in the recipe that ends up making a place a relationship worth committing to, highlighted by a few great photos of magical urban moments.
Thursday, July 12th, 2007i’ve been spending some time in another city lately, a city not montreal. this is a sort of passing, work-related relationship of a type that i have known in the past. the thing is, this ‘other city’ has been giving me a really hard time; i just find it hard to deal with, somehow. i am a place ‘nut’, and have had strange and varied encounters with many places, finding intimacy in the most unexpected of backwoods and mid-sized no-wheres … i have often been amazed at how each place has a beauty ready to be discovered by those willing to look, or to just sit and listen. i’ve always maintained that if a person can’t find anything redeeming about a place, it probably isn’t the place but the person.
so what is my problem with this new work-inspired geographical relationship? why am i finding it so hard to find beauty in this one particular place when so many others have moved me? i see all sorts of redeeming qualities there (or, i see at least a few … or a couple … of them); i don’t want you to think that i can’t find anything worthwhile there. but overall i am left feeling that this ‘other city’ is a depressing place. but following my own time-tested logic it should hold true that the problem isn’t the city, but me. could it be that my capacity for giving attention to new, less obviously stunning, places has passed — and with it my ability to be moved by them? is my age starting to betray my sense of exploratory playfulness? … or, could it be that this place is just exceptionally unimpressive?
i’d have to conclude (and here i admit i could be biased) that it is indeed an unimpressive city and not me, and here is my current working theory: this ‘other city’ lacks any sense of magic. the neighbourhoods are cute enough, but it all feels a little stale and lifeless; and, there is no sense of discovery in this ‘other city’; there is no sense that this ‘other city’ has the capacity to provide for moments of unexpected joy hidden randomly around this bend or another.
yup, that’s my best guess: no magic. one thing that units all of the other places i have fallen in love with, be they small or large, urban or rural, has been the presence of magical moments sprinkled unexpected across their territories. hmm. yeah, i think that’s it.
just to be fair to those who have managed to capture some magical moments in their own perambulations, from top left to right: lonelywolphoto, christopher dewolf, katjato, and gudmpall.
