4 pm.
approaching the limits of the well-known.

all these mornings

i hesitated for a long time. didn't really want to upload them, but what can i say?  i finally gave in. first batch of iphone photos. 

winter's tale

while i'm longing to go away for longer, i must do with shorter trips. they help me satiate the urge of the unknown at least temporarily. that is -till my feet start to itch again.  

return to brighton and return to photos from brighton. 
this time i haven't even taken a single shot of the sea.
here: British summer at its best.  

no excuses no more

rambling eastern poland after over a year an half. i had had this weird idea in my head that i remembered a lot about it, but when i got back i quickly realized how foolish that was. and that physical detachment from it made all details just a blur. it's rather usual, but it struck me with  unsurpassed intensity when i got there.   

in the picture: Tatar / most atmospheric cemetery

in my ears: silencio

sunny road. ears: emiliana torrini

 

a lady in a shop said to me: being old is dreadful, ma'am. one changes so much he isn't oneself anymore.