April 17, 2026
Learning to see street corners
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at the northern lakes. Shooting with an old film camera meant I had to get closer than I am used to, which was uncomfortable at first.
April 17, 2026
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at the northern lakes. Shooting with an old film camera meant I had to get closer than I am used to, which was uncomfortable at first.
April 14, 2026
It has been a while since my last trip to the canal district. I kept a paper notebook this time, writing down the time and the light for every roll.
April 12, 2026
I went to an abandoned railway line with a cheap zoom from a flea market and no particular plan. By noon the crowds arrived, so I walked further along the path, where rain on glass were still undisturbed.
April 8, 2026
I went to the canal district with a cheap zoom from a flea market and no particular plan. I underexposed most of the frames on purpose, to keep the mood grey but generous rather than bright.
April 5, 2026
I went to a small island ferry with a pocket camera and no particular plan. I tried a few long exposures, but the wind had other ideas. The handheld shots turned out better anyway.
April 3, 2026
I went to the river delta with a 50mm lens and no particular plan. Walking back, I found a side street I had never noticed before, lined with tiny workshops.
March 28, 2026
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at the salt marshes. A light drizzle started around ten. I sheltered under a bus stop roof and photographed people hurrying past.
March 22, 2026
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to the city's oldest market. Locals barely noticed me. A man feeding gulls told me the place looks completely different in spring.
March 17, 2026
Some places are better in the off-season, and an abandoned railway line is one of them. The café near an abandoned railway line still serves the same cinnamon buns; I had two and pretended it was research.
March 13, 2026
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to a frozen bay. By noon the crowds arrived, so I walked further along the path, where fog were still undisturbed.
March 9, 2026
Some places are better in the off-season, and a mountain hut above the treeline is one of them. I tried a few long exposures, but the wind had other ideas. The handheld shots turned out better anyway.
March 3, 2026
Some places are better in the off-season, and the old harbour is one of them. Walking back, I found a side street I had never noticed before, lined with tiny workshops.