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It’s easy to get lost in the scale of this view. Your brain wants to process the engineering of the bridge, the height of the tower. But on this day, I found myself focused on the carousel.
It sits there, almost absurdly, in its perfect little glass box. While the bridge forges a path forward and the skyline reaches for the heavens, the carousel is content to go in circles. Its only ambition is to spin to a cheerful, slightly tinny song. It’s a loop of simple, uncomplicated joy.
And I think that's the secret of this photograph, for me. It’s about the two different rhythms of life that exist in the same frame. There’s the linear, relentless, forward-moving rhythm of the city—the commute, the career, the ambition. Then there’s the cyclical rhythm of joy—the laughter, the memories, the moments we wish could last forever, spinning in a perfect loop.
This view is a reminder that for all our striving to get to the other side, sometimes the most important part of the journey is just enjoying the ride.