April 26, 2026

Back to a quiet monastery

It has been a while since my last trip to a quiet monastery. The café near a quiet monastery still serves the same cinnamon buns; I had two and pretended it was research.

A light drizzle started around ten. I sheltered under a bus stop roof and photographed people hurrying past. There is something calming about returning to the same spot and noticing small changes since the last visit.

The light was quiet, and street corners kept pulling my attention away from anything I had planned to photograph. Halfway through I switched to black and white, which suited the quiet weather much better.

If you go, bring warm socks and a thermos — the café closes early.