I notice that the anticipation of leaving is always worse than the actual leaving. Once I am there I settle into a routine of work, dinner, walk, observe, sleep. Before I know it it's time to come home. I try to keep myself busy after work and I try to enjoy myself. I guess I could sit in my hotel room and wallow in my guilt, but that's no good for anyone. On my last trip, after dinner it started to snow, really hard. So I sat outside my hotel and played around with my camera. I took shots of what I saw and I sort of like how they came out, with no flash, just the warm glow of the city lights. I for some reason was fascinated with people walking through the snow.
Here's me :)
Again, I was fascinated with the foot prints.
I literally gasped when I looked around.
Snow looks so different all over a city as opposed to in the countryside. It has its own kind of beauty.