Almost forgot I had switched hosting — which means I can finally update my photo blog again! Took me long enough, right? A lot has happened since then, both personally and professionally. But here I am, popping back in to say: “I’m back!” (Yes, imagine Arnold from Terminator saying it.) I hope you missed me at least a little, because I definitely missed sharing my photography.
Ten months ago feels like forever ago — a whole circle of life, change, and a bit of homesickness mixed in. This little story is from December 2024. Pretty sure it was the last time I used my old Fujifilm. Just a short walk with my family, right before heading back to the Lowlands.
Venice is overrated, but its a heaven for a street photographer. I have 2h to kill on the island. I arrived in the city covered by beautiful thick fog—another extraordinary condition to photograph most photographed places. That’s it, folks. Ciao!
Since I remember, I used to see other things in simple objects than my peers. Then finally, when I learned how to read, and a new field of my imagination was opened. I was always interested in how others see “books”. My head was full of images, and when I was closing my eyes I was in that world (and when I discovered Haruki Murakami I walked hungrily – u know what I mean?). Same like some of us are hearing the voice of the person who texted us. We all have superpowers 🙂
The first time with Lem, Philip K. Dick, and Frank Herbert was mind-blowing.
You’re probably thinking, why am I talking about it now? It’s simple – when I am visiting places where I’m going to photograph (or not) for the first or hundreds of times, my imagination brings me something else. It depends on my mood, weather, smell, colors, music, or text in my head. Furthermore, it’s hard to explain to someone who can’t connect to my brain and heart. Not only that, but it’s as hard as to answer the question “Why is a tomato red?” is; a true story from my exams at the art academy. Maybe it’s not simple, but the artist’s brain eyes see other things and colors than someone……
Knowing the medium and other photo techniques, I can translate what I see at that particular moment. Other forms. Lifeforms. And while walking and photographing, I heard “Lifeforms” by Future Sound of London. Enjoy.
Sometimes, it’s hard to explain where the ideas about my blog titles are coming from.
Sometimes it’s well-known smell, color, mood…
Sometimes, it’s a movie.
This time I couldn’t stop thinking about Emir Kustorica’s “Time of the Gypsies”. Don’t ask me why. I took these pictures last year at the Slavic & Vikings Open-Air Museum in Wolin, North-West Poland.
The day was full of good conversations, laughs, and food. These tranquil moments I miss most. I’m sure pictures will tell you more than my words.
The smell of the forest is one of the best parts of the experience, even if you live in the country when it rains most of the year. The scent of pine and moss and the sound of birdsong fill the air, creating a genuinely calming atmosphere. The smell of the forest is powerful after a rain, with the earthy scent of wet soil and the freshness of the rain-soaked leaves.
This weekend away I went with my friend and old neighbor to her holiday home (vakantie housje) which I located right in the middle of the Netherlands.
This place is popular for photographers and nature lovers, but also for downhill rides and other activities. You can stay active all the time or simply enjoy nature. The freshness and peacefulness of the forest make it the perfect place to take a break from the hustle and bustle of city life.
There is no such thing as ugliness for a photographer. As pathetic as this might sound.
I love small towns, touched by time, and slowly dying. I look into backyards and sneak into various nooks and crannies. Not only that, but I love the beauty of passing the time.
First such a snow in Lowlands in 10 years. I truly was missing it. Sunday morning walk in snow storm condition – 15km and breathtaking moments of snow fall. To the beach and back. Full of endorphins. Yea-yeah i know cliché.
