06.05.17: habits

Again, I find myself at the local coffee shop. 

Drinking my first cup of coffee for the day at five in the afternoon, which is odd for me.

I usually drink from 2-5 cups of coffee now on the daily but because i'm trying to stray away from such high caffeine consumption, the limit for coffee a day is two cups. 

Coffee is addicting, and i'm sure this isn't some new revelation but to my body it is lol. 

You know what's also addicting? The idea of spontaneity. Going out of your everyday habits to try new things. 

Usually, i'm the last person who likes to go out of their usual routine. It bugs me...a lot... when my every day routine is messed with. 

Today, however, I decided to pick up on my photography, and venture off to the places I usually go to, but nit pick the details I haven't really thought about this time. 

A photo challenge via Whittier Wandering's instagram  encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone of following my daily routine. The owner of the page is currently hosting a photo challenge for this whole week which is a great way for local photographers to know different styles of other photographers or even create connections.

Most of the time, i'm intimidated by participating in local challenges since I can be shy but sometimes you have to push through those fears!

Alley ways are the best place to find the weirdest moments, or the best. I've witnessed shady transactions, or skaters hiding their sick moves from the public eye. 

I took this photo going back home from doing all the photo taking. A cop was watching me the whole time as I didn't have my hand on the wheels, maybe he let it pass because I wasn't doing any harm or they were too lazy to intervene. 

This bench has significance meaning to me, it's talked about in my personal journal that I carry around. It's also my go to sitting place at this park. The view from sitting at this bench is not bad, and it's in the center of the park so it has a nice gloomy effect at night with the lamp post. 

The streets of uptown are weird to me. It can be crowded on one street with teenage angst filling the sidewalk, and you can walk to the next street where you find no one but your reflection on the windows. Utter silence with only the noises of your foot steps echoing against the walls. 

-Karla Yeseñia López