I shoot empty streets, cities without people. It's not a strictly conscious thing; I think it's that I don't want anything in the shot to ruin things, and you know how people tend to go around ruining things. Wait! That's not a very optimistic worldview. I don't really mean it. (Well, a little. People make things… Continue reading More moody Brugge, from the camera
Magic. Mundane, day-to-day moments where we laugh, feel some joy— share it and it reverberates. Increased joy. As they say, a candle loses nothing in lighting another candle.
Traveling, I almost only buy printed things, as they take up little space and are odd moments of history— lasting, and sometimes inexplicable relics. I found a bin of beautiful old family (and otherwise) crests in an antique books and prints shop in Amsterdam that Tineke took me to. Also, this old post card and photo. Below are… Continue reading Printed acquisitions from the trip abroad
Two days of sun in Paris in winter meant nice light for shooting photos.
Some photos from my 18 hours in Brugges, Flanders
Here are some more images from the trip; most of these are from the Saturday afternoon we were in Paris— my twelve miles of walking day. The sun came out in the afternoon and it felt like Spring. More color photos after the jump.
After a very long day on trains and in stations, I made it. The situation and scale of the canals there remind me simultaneously of Berlin, Paris and a little A’dam. A very beautiful little city.
It was a day of dramatic skies and Wind Tegen— that's the Dutch term for when the wind is in your face no matter which way your are cycling! (Wind Mee is when the wind is at your back, sailing you along.)
I stayed past the last tram, so Wouter loaned me his bike and he rode on the back of Brandon’s. Wouter looked so at ease, perched cross-legged and leaning against Brandon’s backpack, whistling some tune. I shouted into the wind. “You look so relaxed!”. Through the rain, “I am relaxed!” and continued whistling.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 