On Being A-Mused in Paris (or really anywhere)

Walking around the streets of Paris is an open invitation for the inner muse to have her way. She will insist. She will hum, giggle at odd times, make you stop… and make you see things in unusual ways.

Even common (well, common to locals, I suppose) neighborhood scenes will inspire the muse to gasp, stop and instantly re-imagine what you have laid your tender eyes upon.

And this, my friends, is why I treasure my muse so much. When I’m out of ideas in life, for the next move, the next meal, the next idea, the next… whatever… I can always count on my muse to throw something awesome my way.

The only trick is… she wants to be listening to OFTEN. And acted upon frequently. Or she won’t speak when it really counts. She is, after all, a wee bit prone to pouting.
Don’t tell her I told you that.

So, this one day in Paris on a bright, cloudless day… we swung around a turn and BAM! saw this:

Pre-Muse

To which my muse replied:

It was a fine day in the neighborhood.Those who waited for buses, waited for buses.Those who created a world of pure fancy in their minds carried on with that.

I love Paris.
But more, I being a-Mused, no matter where I am.

Le sigh.

Taken with my Fuji X-T10 and 16-55 f/1.8 lens.
And can I just say… I’m loving my mirrorless experience and NOT having body pain, don’t miss my Canon gear… and will have MUCH more to say on the subject soon! (like when I stop running around this city taking photos! A girl has her priorities. Grin.)

7 thoughts on “On Being A-Mused in Paris (or really anywhere)

  1. It’s like walking into to a sweet (candy) store. I get the same feelings when out street shooting. (Photography that is.) The everyday, the mundane sights that we see, we document, it is life itself, constantly changing! Some just don’t get this genre of photography, but for those that do they’re hooked with their eyes wide open!
    As I started this comment, for some reason I thought of the first few lines from a Paul Simon tune… It sums me up!
    A man walks down the street
    He says why am I soft in the middle now
    Why am I soft in the middle
    The rest of my life is so hard
    I need a photo-opportunity
    I want a shot at redemption…
    credit… Paul Simon – “You can call me Al”

    Looking forward to reading and hearing more Karen…

  2. Beautiful! Thank you for posting the before and after. I have some street scenes such as these (although not as great as yours!), but sometimes lack the vision to turn it into something amazing like you did here. Seeing that makes me want to go back and revisit some of my older photos. 🙂

    1. You’re welcome, Cathy! It’s fun to revisit old photos…who knows, maybe one of them will jump up and grab you!

  3. Last chance see… In the news headlines today is that they’re now starting to cut away the million of padlocks on the bridge Pont des Arts in Paris. So knowing you’re there, I was thinking that now you have the opportunity Karen to make a wowtastic image of the bridge before it’s gone forever and the railings replaced with plexiglas.

    1. I dunno, Peter…have you seen it lately? It’s already covered up with plywood and graffii’s all over that. Not so picturesque anymore. Yet, the street guys are still selling locks…ack!

      1. Too late then, I haven’t seen it in a year or two. Well, have a French time Karen

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