I’ve been feeling a little bit out of sorts lately, for reasons best left unmentioned. Perhaps I should air my thoughts, in fact I suspect that any mental health professional would insist that it’s better to talk than to leave the negative thoughts to stew… That said, I think I’ll save them for another time.
I mention the feeling of discombobulation because it relates to why I found myself in the Queen Victoria Building early one morning, before the shops had opened, and more specifically, before I had to be at the office. I sometimes find that if I’m feeling unhappy or unsettled about something, it helps to have a wander around with the camera so that I can focus -pun intended- on something else instead.
The QVB is a reasonably regular haunt for me as it’s in the city and does have some shops which I visit from time to time. I often walk through it simply to escape the external elements, be it rain or heat; and more recently, it’s been the construction work on George Street which have been ongoing for months now, and look set to continue for a while yet.
It was only a short session this time, but it did help somewhat…