May 2, 2026

Three days at the old harbour

I went to the old harbour with a pocket camera and no particular plan. I sat on a bench for almost an hour, just watching snow tracks change as the clouds moved.

The path was muddy and longer than the map suggested, but the view at the end made up for it. There is something calming about returning to the same spot and noticing small changes since the last visit.

The café near the old harbour still serves the same cinnamon buns; I had two and pretended it was research. On the way home the train was nearly empty, so I reviewed the day's notes and planned the next trip.

Most of the morning went into watching wild flowers; I took fewer frames than usual, but each one felt deliberate. By noon the crowds arrived, so I walked further along the path, where wild flowers were still undisturbed.

The light was quiet, and wild flowers kept pulling my attention away from anything I had planned to photograph. Working with a pocket camera forces you to slow down. You think twice before pressing the shutter, and that changes the pictures.

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