Hot Soup
Winter in Melbourne can be a cold and windy affair, especially along the waterfront where the weather seems to have a personality of its own.
On this particular afternoon, dark clouds rolled across the bay while shafts of sunlight broke through the storm, illuminating patches of water before disappearing again. It was the kind of dramatic sky that always makes me reach for a camera.
Yet as I stood there watching the scene unfold, my thoughts were surprisingly ordinary.
I wasn’t thinking about photography.
I wasn’t thinking about art.
I was thinking about getting home.
The wind was cold, the walk seemed longer than usual, and all I could think about was a hot bowl of Erica’s homemade soup waiting for me at the end of the journey.
That simple thought stayed with me.
The photograph became less about the storm and more about what lay beyond it. The comfort of home. Warmth after cold. Light after darkness.
Sometimes the things we look forward to most are not grand adventures or dramatic achievements.
Sometimes they are as simple as a warm meal shared with someone you love.
— Sandy Abbott
