Just some pictures today. I wasn’t sure what to post, but I knew it had to be something that wouldn’t take time I didn’t have available. That meant I couldn’t edit one of my almost finished posts.
So I grabbed these random photos from a trip to Brussels five years ago. I like Brussels, which you can probably figure out if you use the search feature here. But I’m not sure what was running through my head when I took some of these pictures.
I could plead jet lag, but in 2014 Brussels was at the end of the European trip, not the beginning, so that can’t be it. Maybe I just had a compulsion to take a picture every 200 metres or so. Or maybe it was every five minutes. I was a tourist, I had to preserve the moment.
Does that make sense?