I have a field trip at Aquatic Park with my photography class to exercise nighttime photography. The class is spread out across the boardwalk and on the pier. Our camera bags and tripods are everywhere, as are our handbags, backpacks, hooded tops and scarfs to keep us warm as the beautiful sun slowly descends on the horizon. The place is full of people enjoying the sunset and the gorgeous views of the Bay and the bridges, Marin headlands and Alcatraz. They hang out on the sand or on the grass in front of Ghirardelli's, or walk along the water holding hands or ice cream cones.
And after ten years in London, where people are fighting for elbow space and to not have their bags and purses snatched, it still doesn't fail to mystify me how easy it is to really take up that much space, as if it were rightfully ours, for so long, without interference, without trouble.
No one bothers us. No one makes any trouble or gets in our way. Everyone is incredibly respectful of what were doing, waiting patiently until they hear the beep from the cameras so as not to disrupt pictures, politely asking what we're up to.
And when I come home that night, I don't just feel that the fresh air is making it possible to breathe, but the availability of space, the feeling that you're not constantly stepping on some one else's toes, but are able to allow yourself a little extra room every now and then without being pushed and shoved in that direction and this, is making me feel like I am living in a Yoga class 24/7, and it is comforting and calming and very, very soothing.
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