Just a cheap plastic camera, just some double exposure, just my impatience.
Stood a lonely tree. Tabernas desert, Almeria, Spain. April, 2018
My first time travelling to this region of Spain. I really liked the landscape. Dry and harsh, but beautiful.
my first time visiting this city. spent a morning walking around it.
I looked up and saw this above me, waiting for the lights to change in Eindhoven. I don’t merely exist. I live.
I don’t like crowds, but I like people watching; how we interact, and what silly things we do, and faces we pull. These are some pictures from my recent trip to the Netherlands.
I don’t like crowds, but I like people watching. How we interact, and what silly things we do and faces we pull. These are some pictures from my recent trip to the Netherlands.
land of bikes, the netherlands. march, 2018.
Spotted this guy sitting on the rocks and having a think to himself.
Bohemia Lies by the Sea – Ingeborg Bachmann
If houses here are green, I'll step inside a house. If bridges here are sound, I'll walk on solid ground. If love's labour's lost in every age, I'll gladly lose it here. If it's not me, it's one who is as good as me. If a word here borders on me, I'll let it border. If Bohemia still lies by the sea, I'll believe in the sea again. And believing in the sea, thus I can hope for land. If it's me, then it's anyone, for he's as worthy as me. I want nothing more for myself. I want to go under. Under – that means the sea, there I'll find Bohemia again. From my grave, I wake in peace. From deep down I know now, and I'm not lost. Come here, all you Bohemians, seafarers, dock whores, and ships unanchored. Don't you want to be Bohemians, all you Illyrians, Veronese and Venetians. Play the comedies that make us laugh until we cry. And err a hundred times, as I erred and never withstood the trials, though I did withstand them time after time. As Bohemia withstood them and one fine day was released to the sea and now lies by water. I still border on a word and on another land, I border, like little else, on everything more and more, a Bohemian, a wandering minstrel, who has nothing, who is held by nothing, gifted only at seeing, by a doubtful sea, the land of my choice.