bits & pieces of my travels
Lizard, like a picture of Southeast Asia. Maybe Italy. Green and blue and black sand. Soft grey light. Not England, in England. Flowers, everywhere. Purple, yellow, white. Butterflies, cows, the most violent foam waves crashing into the cliffs. It’s all wild and wonderful. Beautiful. Free. ___ Day 2, Cornwall Trip A day exploring the The Lizard [...]
Cornwall is mint, seafoam, green, wild, dunes, disconnected. Soft colors and a soft breeze. Caribbean blue and hydrangeas bigger than my head. Not the Mediterranean, nor South East Asia. It’s England, this sandy other world, and what I will always remember most about it is how far away it made me feel, way out on [...]
Quiet, deep minty-green shutters and a soft palm. Seagulls gently calling out over the orange rooftops. Warm sunrise glow, deep and rich like a sunset. A slow form of breathing returns, fresh air. Sweet air, creeping in from the tiny crack where the shutters meet and loosely hang open. It is my 29th birthday, and [...]
Saint-Martin-de-Ré, bright, hot sun. Warm whites, pastel shutters. Solitary hollyhocks. Salty, sweaty, slow. Oyster shells in crates and bins. Boats sitting on the sand, stuck in the harbor, and fishermen selling the fresh catch. Wild, raw. Real. My birthday trip to the French coast, but this time, instead of the south, to the west - [...]
Wild Ireland, here I am again, surrounded by green-sea-cliff-cows. I have done this trip before, the same day flight, the same car rental, the same winding road drive; now I am back for another day with my mother and brother. Busy, planning, driving, showing, hardly touching my camera, sharing this place I love with [...]
Paris; silent streets at dusk, slowly falling rain. Grey slanted rooftops, balconies and chimneys winding, reaching, stretching into the air. White, grey, beige. Tiny stairwells, tiny rooms, tiny windows. So much in such small spaces, a perfect implosion. It all sparkles, just like they say. Musical, the chatter in French of the walkers, of [...]
