October 6, 2025
Slow afternoon at the old harbour
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.
October 6, 2025
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.
October 4, 2025
A friend suggested the northern lakes months ago, and this week I finally went. The light was unhurried, and winter colours kept pulling my attention away from anything I had planned to photograph.
October 2, 2025
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to a fishing village on the coast. I underexposed most of the frames on purpose, to keep the mood soft rather than bright.
September 30, 2025
It has been a while since my last trip to a hillside vineyard. On the way home the train was nearly empty, so I reviewed the day's notes and planned the next trip.
September 26, 2025
The forecast promised rain, so naturally I headed to the pine forest behind the town. Locals barely noticed me. A man feeding gulls told me the place looks completely different in spring.
September 24, 2025
A friend suggested the botanical garden months ago, and this week I finally went. Walking back, I found a side street I had never noticed before, lined with tiny workshops.
September 21, 2025
I went to a hillside vineyard with an old film camera and no particular plan. Most of the morning went into watching street corners; I took fewer frames than usual, but each one felt deliberate.
September 17, 2025
It has been a while since my last trip to a frozen bay. There is something calming about returning to the same spot and noticing small changes since the last visit.
September 14, 2025
It has been a while since my last trip to the pine forest behind the town. I tried a few long exposures, but the wind had other ideas. The handheld shots turned out better anyway.
September 11, 2025
I went to the salt marshes with a 50mm lens and no particular plan. A light drizzle started around ten. I sheltered under a bus stop roof and photographed people hurrying past.
September 8, 2025
I went to the salt marshes with an old film camera and no particular plan. The light was still, and stone walls kept pulling my attention away from anything I had planned to photograph.
September 5, 2025
The alarm went off before dawn, and by six I was already at a frozen bay. Locals barely noticed me. A man feeding gulls told me the place looks completely different in spring.