July 21, 2026
Some places are better in the off-season, and a lighthouse at the end of the spit is one of them. The path was muddy and longer than the map suggested, but the view at the end made up for it.
July 19, 2026
A friend suggested a quiet monastery months ago, and this week I finally went. Most of the morning went into watching night trains; I took fewer frames than usual, but each one felt deliberate.
July 15, 2026
I went to a fishing village on the coast with a borrowed medium format camera and no particular plan. Locals barely noticed me. A man feeding gulls told me the place looks completely different in spring.
July 13, 2026
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at a quiet monastery. Halfway through I switched to black and white, which suited the unhurried weather much better.
July 8, 2026
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to an empty beach in November. Most of the morning went into watching rain on glass; I took fewer frames than usual, but each one felt deliberate.
July 5, 2026
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at an abandoned railway line. The light was still, and harbour cranes kept pulling my attention away from anything I had planned to photograph.
June 30, 2026
A friend suggested the observatory hill months ago, and this week I finally went. I tried a few long exposures, but the wind had other ideas. The handheld shots turned out better anyway.
June 24, 2026
It has been a while since my last trip to a small island ferry. Walking back, I found a side street I had never noticed before, lined with tiny workshops.
June 18, 2026
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to a lighthouse at the end of the spit. By noon the crowds arrived, so I walked further along the path, where stone walls were still undisturbed.
June 13, 2026
It has been a while since my last trip to a village bakery. Walking back, I found a side street I had never noticed before, lined with tiny workshops.
June 11, 2026
It has been a while since my last trip to the observatory hill. Working with a cheap zoom from a flea market forces you to slow down. You think twice before pressing the shutter, and that changes the pictures.
June 8, 2026
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to the canal district. There is something calming about returning to the same spot and noticing small changes since the last visit.