My first auto-ethnography is crossing the road in a big
city. I chose this experience as I believe
it is something that becomes second nature to us, and has become a mundane
everyday activity. When we cross the
road, there are quite often more things we don’t notice than things that we do
notice. Because crossing a road has become such a normal action I don’t think
we realize the subtle, and usually unnoticed extremes of such a simple
activity, all we take in to account is whether the road is clear and safe to
cross, and where is best to cross. I
find this interesting because there are so many things happening at once, the
sounds of everyday life, the cars, horns, people talking, the beeping of
traffic signals alongside the smell of the cars, fresh air, food and trees, the
crisp wind against our faces and in our hair.
100 word analysis
My eyes are alerted by streams of bright lights flickering
throughout the open city streets, as the distinctive soft sound of rubber
meeting the road fills the dense winter air. Uncertain yet aware, my mind is
lead astray as I swiftly glance left, glance right and step foot into unknown
territory. I feel the cold rain soaked
road underneath my feet, all vision becomes a vast blur, and all I see is a
stream of overpowering bright colours. A sharp beep followed the harsh sound of
car tyres screeching is my only reminder that the road is unclear.
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