It’s funny. I’m always so exhausted during the week at and because of work and I keep wishing that I had time to just relax at home, but then when the weekend comes I’m always out somewhere. Whether it’s a day trip to Philadelphia or wandering around one of the five boroughs (usually Manhattan or Brooklyn), I just can’t seem to stay in the house. Probably because I know I’ll never have the time or energy to do anything during the week. This time I decided to go to DeKalb Market Hall in search of sweet treats at Dulcinea, thanks to an Instagram post that I had seen. I had a bit of trouble finding the place, blame my shit sense of direction even with the maps thing on my phone, so I walked around a bit taking in the sights.
I was talking to a friend of mine earlier today and I was on a bit of a grumble. It just seems strange to me that we only get one life, we’re only here for a short time, and if we’re lucky enough to live to be old we’ve spent the majority of our youth and half our old age doing nothing but sitting at a desk waiting to retire and die.
I miss working at the dance studio, which as some of you know, unfortunately had to close down in June because the landlord wanted to double the rent. I loved working there. I loved my boss, my co worker, the parents, the kids. It was a special place. If I was ever tired at the dance studio it was usually because my boss had brought her adorable beyond belief toddler daughter to the dance studio because the baby sitter hadn’t been able to make it and I would watch her. G was a sweetie but had so much energy. Not hyper energy, just toddler energy. Today at work, I was scrolling through a spreadsheet to get to the next cell I needed and I nodded off for a few seconds when I was pressing the down arrow. When I jerked myself awake I was about 100 lines past where I needed to be. I know most of the world lives the sit at a desk for 8+ hours a day, 5 days a week life but that doesn’t make it right.
My friend kindly let me vent my frustrations, encouraging me to live my life any way that would make me happy and to fight for what I want. I wish I knew where to begin and I’d fight like hell. I know I should accept the things I can’t change (please, Mom, I know I’m slipping into the Prayer of Serenity. I’m not becoming religious so don’t get excited. 😛 ) I just think of the next 25 or 30 years of sitting at my desk trying not to fall asleep and I get all sick inside. It’s a big world and the majority of us never venture much farther beyond where we were born or a few hours from where we live. It’s probably why I took that trip to Italy, and to South Carolina. What good is saving for retirement and never doing anything fun if there’s no guarantee that you’ll even be lucky enough to make it to retirement? You’ll have wasted the only life you have trying not to fall asleep at your desk, so not only will you never have seen or done anything, you’ll also be tired as fuck.
But let’s move on for now from those deep thoughts. Let’s get to the fun stuff. The surrounding area and finally the sweets.
I had a lot of fun shooting with my 35mm lens that day. I had been kind of dissatisfied with it lately because I was missing the beautiful bokeh I would get when I had the 85mm lens on my old Canon 5D Mark III (a fantastic camera and lens combo in my opinion), but every lens has its purpose and I remembered why I liked shooting with it in the first place.
I love this time of the year. It’s always so festive looking. My favorite holiday is Christmas because the decorations and the atmosphere in general make everything so cheerful.
This is one of the things I love about street photography. The way that random moments just seem to come together to create something interesting. I love street photography, just not the hassle of people getting suspicious and upset. Like, calm down, really. It is not that serious. But anyway, I like how all the different stripes are surrounding the subject. Maybe that’s not the best way to describe it but you know what I mean. The 35mm lens really forced me to get in close, as they say. I definitely appreciated the distance that I was able to put between myself and the subject when I was using the 85mm lens, which I know is used for portrait photography, but I quite liked it for street.
This is one of those times that I wish I still had the 85mm lens. I had to crop the hell out of this because I was really, really far away when I spotted this and I didn’t want to lose the moment.
I finally found the market. I honestly thought it might be closed by the time I was able to find it because my sense of direction is so horrible. You have no idea how grateful I was to have Esther with me in Milan because I’m sure that I would have gotten horribly lost and been forced to take a very expensive cab ride back to the hotel. At first I was going to take a picture with the woman not in it at all but then I realized I liked how she was off to the side but still in the frame, almost like she was trying to blend in with the wall so I kept this shot instead. But let’s get on to the really fun stuff. The food of course. 😆
I walked around a bit before I made my way to Dulcinea. I posted this picture on my Instagram of what I wound up getting. Monkey bread is seriously amazing. How have I never tried this before? The donut was delicious but I liked the monkey bread the best.
We all know I like murals, street art, etc., so I had to get pictures of some of the paintings on the walls.
I have to go to this place the next time I’m there. A couple next to me bought something from there (it was one of the meat buns) that smelled so good. If I hadn’t scarfed down half the monkey bread already I would have gotten something.
There were lots of delicious looking sweet treats at the market.
I know everyone loves the chocolate croissants, and they are delicious, but I really like the almond ones, although every now and again I totally crave chocolate.
I loves scones. When I was a teenager, and going through my British phase, I even tried to make them but they came out really badly. Or maybe it was when I tried to make Irish soda bread. I went through a lot of phases when I was a teenager. 😆
I walked around a bit more outside of the market before I got on the train to go home, and when I was outside I spotted this scene that was too cute and funny to ignore.