Last week I shot a wedding in Tuscany. It was 3 hours away from Siena, tucked in the postcard hills of Tuscany. We flew into Pisa and spent one night in Siena because I had a photoshoot there the day before the wedding.
Before leaving home I was under the honest impression that this was my first time in Siena. Everyone that asked if I had been there; friends, the receptionist at the hotel, my clients – I answered: ‘Never been, it’s my first time!’
I was completely and utterly, 100% convinced this was the first time I went.
Until Monday morning, before meeting for the shoot with my client, I stepped out of the B&B, across the street to Piazza del Campo and it stopped me in my tracks.
I can’t really explain the feeling that washed over me when I realised I had been here before. Not even that long ago. I had been here in October 2016. I flew here from a wedding in Dublin to the next wedding in Tuscany.
I stood on this very piazza not even a year ago. And I just forgot. I had no recollection of it until I stood there again.
I also laughed at myself, for the record, but the most prominent feeling was just sadness. I just forgot. Just wiped out.
This happens to me a lot. And it’s not due to a lack of vitamins. It’s more a mirror of what’s going on inside of me. I’ve been thinking a lot about what this means.
I feel things coming together, others falling apart, or maybe just falling into place. It’s a season of changes, inside and out.
Funny how traveling now makes me feel like coming apart at the seams. How it doesn’t have that same taste anymore.
So this time I took 3 photos of Siena. On my camera. Not on my phone. To remember that I was there. To remember the streets and how I felt walking through them.