July 18, 2025
What fog taught me
Some places are better in the off-season, and a village bakery is one of them. Locals barely noticed me. A man feeding gulls told me the place looks completely different in spring.
July 13, 2025
Notes from the salt marshes
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at the salt marshes. On the way home the train was nearly empty, so I reviewed the day's notes and planned the next trip.
July 11, 2025
On stone walls
It has been a while since my last trip to the canal district. Most of the morning went into watching stone walls; I took fewer frames than usual, but each one felt deliberate.
July 8, 2025
Slow afternoon at the old harbour
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to the old harbour. I kept a paper notebook this time, writing down the time and the light for every roll.
July 5, 2025
Back to a mountain hut above the treeline
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to a mountain hut above the treeline. I kept a paper notebook this time, writing down the time and the light for every roll.
July 1, 2025
A short walk: the northern lakes
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to the northern lakes. A light drizzle started around ten. I sheltered under a bus stop roof and photographed people hurrying past.
June 25, 2025
Three days at a frozen bay
It has been a while since my last trip to a frozen bay. I tried a few long exposures, but the wind had other ideas. The handheld shots turned out better anyway.
June 21, 2025
Harbour cranes at a village bakery
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to a village bakery. A light drizzle started around ten. I sheltered under a bus stop roof and photographed people hurrying past.
June 17, 2025
A morning at a hillside vineyard
It has been a while since my last trip to a hillside vineyard. The path was muddy and longer than the map suggested, but the view at the end made up for it.
June 13, 2025
Bicycles at a mountain hut above the treeline
It has been a while since my last trip to a mountain hut above the treeline. The café near a mountain hut above the treeline still serves the same cinnamon buns; I had two and pretended it was research.
June 7, 2025
What old doors taught me
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at the botanical garden. The café near the botanical garden still serves the same cinnamon buns; I had two and pretended it was research.
June 2, 2025
Learning to see bicycles
It has been a while since my last trip to the old harbour. The path was muddy and longer than the map suggested, but the view at the end made up for it.