A walk is exploring surfaces and textures with finger, toe, and – yuck – tongue; standing still and seeing who or what comes by; trying out different forms of locomotion (among them running, marching, high-kicking, galloping, scooting, projectile falling, spinning, and noisy shuffling). It is archaelogy; exploring the bits of discarded candy wrapper; collecting a fistful of pebbles and a twig and a torn corner of a paperback; swishing dirt back and forth along the ground.
— Alexandra Horowitz, On Looking: Eleven Walks with Expert Eyes
Contrast that to how the majority of us walk: with the intention to get some place, for exercise, to walk with someone for conversation. Apart from a stroll out of a bar under the moonlight with the purpose to see who is out there, it is rare for people to walk in an urban environment and pay close attention to the details around them. The only times we notice something is when there is a disruption with our walk. Someone cutting us off on the sidewalk, an annoying conversation with people talking too loudly, car horns or sirens going off. We miss out on the finer details that toddlers are only just discovering. What is new and different to them is completely mundane to the adults.
As I sat on the beach reading through this section (and the entire magazine), I thought about how different life is when we aren’t moving and in a rush to be somewhere. I was sitting with my back against a tree and found myself looking up whenever I noticed someone new was entering the beach area. I wasn’t alone, either. As people walked past, they almost always glanced in my direction. Even with so much happening around us, we were all hyper-aware of who was where and what they were doing.
When walking through a mall or the main street downtown, I am rather oblivious to the people around me. I don’t find myself looking across the street to see someone, for example. At the park, someone a hundred feet away will at least get a courtesy glance, ya know, just in case.
In a place where privacy is limited because of an open space, it seems almost natural to invade eachother’s privacy by looking over or striking up conversation with someone sitting nearby. No need to tell this to kids as they are more than willing to pick up the abandoned toy even with its owner mere footsteps away. In a crowded place, those conversations usually don’t amount to much.
Words get lost in the noise, glances get blurred by passing vehicles, smells are only noticeable with overpowering scents and stenches.
Unfortunately, only when life is slowed do we really notice our surroundings. Sometimes we need to take a few extra steps in life and find out what we are missing out on that has our children so darn curious.
As Mark Kingwell begins his article:
Solvitur ambulando, scholars and scientists have long been advised when faced with a tricky passage from the Summa contra gentiles or one of Zeno’s mind-bending paradoxes: It is solved by walking.
To walk, is to discover – both the physical and the mental; the private and the public.