March 1, 2026
Slow afternoon at a lighthouse at the end of the spit
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to a lighthouse at the end of the spit. I kept a paper notebook this time, writing down the time and the light for every roll.
March 1, 2026
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to a lighthouse at the end of the spit. I kept a paper notebook this time, writing down the time and the light for every roll.
February 24, 2026
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to a hillside vineyard. Most of the morning went into watching fog; I took fewer frames than usual, but each one felt deliberate.
February 19, 2026
Some places are better in the off-season, and a frozen bay is one of them. Locals barely noticed me. A man feeding gulls told me the place looks completely different in spring.
February 16, 2026
A friend suggested the northern lakes months ago, and this week I finally went. An elderly couple asked me to take their picture. I used their phone, then made one frame of them on mine.
February 12, 2026
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to the botanical garden. The path was muddy and longer than the map suggested, but the view at the end made up for it.
February 9, 2026
Some places are better in the off-season, and a hillside vineyard is one of them. Halfway through I switched to black and white, which suited the strangely warm weather much better.
February 3, 2026
I went to a village bakery with a borrowed medium format camera and no particular plan. By noon the crowds arrived, so I walked further along the path, where footpaths were still undisturbed.
January 31, 2026
Some places are better in the off-season, and a quiet monastery is one of them. There is something calming about returning to the same spot and noticing small changes since the last visit.
January 29, 2026
A friend suggested the botanical garden 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.
January 25, 2026
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at the botanical garden. The path was muddy and longer than the map suggested, but the view at the end made up for it.
January 21, 2026
I went to the observatory hill with a 28mm lens and no particular plan. A light drizzle started around ten. I sheltered under a bus stop roof and photographed people hurrying past.
January 19, 2026
A friend suggested a hillside vineyard months ago, and this week I finally went. Shooting with a borrowed medium format camera meant I had to get closer than I am used to, which was uncomfortable at first.