Travels Chapter 2: Seascapes

In a lake of lofty giants,

prowing the earth for the vastest of seascapes,

is it not possible to feel

 so minuscule a creature

endeavor with titanic emotion.

Aftermath

I have spent a spell travelling the world to take film photographs.
I will be releasing these photographs in small chapters, interlaced with thoughts, as always.
For the first, a few Polaroids shot in Northern England on The Impossible Project's latest color batch.
Come along.

My hands are empty but etched with other hands I've held,
soil, faces I've traced, tarnished cities, dried tears of strangers,
 other seas, other winds.
aftermath
of other days.

Somedays

The colors here change from day to day. 

Somedays. Sundays.
Mostly, in this part of the world, life is quieter.