September 1, 2025
It has been a while since my last trip to a lighthouse at the end of the spit. I tried a few long exposures, but the wind had other ideas. The handheld shots turned out better anyway.
August 29, 2025
A friend suggested the city's oldest market months ago, and this week I finally went. I kept a paper notebook this time, writing down the time and the light for every roll.
August 27, 2025
I went to a lighthouse at the end of the spit with a phone and nothing else and no particular plan. Shooting with a phone and nothing else meant I had to get closer than I am used to, which was uncomfortable at first.
August 24, 2025
It has been a while since my last trip to an abandoned railway line. I tried a few long exposures, but the wind had other ideas. The handheld shots turned out better anyway.
August 21, 2025
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at the northern lakes. There is something calming about returning to the same spot and noticing small changes since the last visit.
August 16, 2025
I went to an abandoned railway line with a pocket camera and no particular plan. The path was muddy and longer than the map suggested, but the view at the end made up for it.
August 12, 2025
A friend suggested an empty beach in November months ago, and this week I finally went. The light was cold and clear, and night trains kept pulling my attention away from anything I had planned to photograph.
August 7, 2025
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at a lighthouse at the end of the spit. Locals barely noticed me. A man feeding gulls told me the place looks completely different in spring.
August 2, 2025
I went to an empty beach in November with a pocket camera and no particular plan. Halfway through I switched to black and white, which suited the unhurried weather much better.
July 30, 2025
A friend suggested the pine forest behind the town months ago, and this week I finally went. Most of the morning went into watching fog; I took fewer frames than usual, but each one felt deliberate.
July 28, 2025
I went to an abandoned railway line with a pocket camera and no particular plan. Most of the morning went into watching wild flowers; I took fewer frames than usual, but each one felt deliberate.
July 23, 2025
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to an abandoned railway line. I kept a paper notebook this time, writing down the time and the light for every roll.