Palma

“On the Bus” · Palma de Mallorca

I’ve spent 11 of the past 24 months away from ‘home’—that being the Pacific Northwest, USA. Though there is always something to do on the road, after a while the mobility becomes a routine and the common actions of being in a place—taking a bus, ordering a drink, avoiding the police—work as muscle memory, and it doesn’t matter where you are.

Those days—the ones where you can let your senses relax a bit, aimlessly exploring a long-lost or unknown land—are the best days. I venture through them with only the film I can fit in my pockets and the camera around my shoulder. I will walk for hours and miles with no intention.

Berlin hadn’t changed. Not that I could tell, anyway. HBF still welcomed trains with a smile, though its massive mouth full of zig-zagging escalators and glass elevators still pales to the glass facade entryway. There were still too many Americans on the S-Bahn. The weather still doesn’t give a damn about your day.

There was always going to be something off about this trip. Exactly what, I wasn’t sure. My last time walking the streets here there was a hand to hold on to—when the only time you’ve spent in a place has been with another person, your relationship to that place is inherently different. I wandered, wondering how that would affect the experience. I felt uncomfortably unalone.

I had been walking for some miles when I came to a familiar corner—the corner between the U-Bahn stop and what had been our Airbnb. Continuing straight ahead, I couldn’t help but look down the street, as if some invisible shadow from five years ago, somehow displaced in time, was pulling at mine.

Hey, where’re you going? Don’t you remember? It’s this way.

Crossing thousands of miles over twenty-three weeks, I shot over 15 rolls of black-and-white film alone. These are my favorite photos from the days where there was no backbreaking rush or delayed flight; just the true joy of travel in being lazy like a citizen, watching from the shadows, looking for the light.

This collection of photographs that result from such days are always, as a group, a problematic fave. I return to each of them frequently & heavily biased, yet rarely do any make the cut for projects or published portfolios. They are taken with a certain set of eyes that makes them only really work together.

Berlin

“Intersecting” · Berlin

Paris

“Along for the Ride” · Paris

Berlin

“Thought Bubble” · Berlin

Palma

“Busking” · Palma de Mallorca

Berlin

“Up and Down” · Berlin

Denmark

“Docked” · Denmark

Palma

“Just Passing Through” · Palma de Mallorca

Ireland

“Sit, Wait” · Ireland

Paris

“Connecting” · Paris

Paris

“Checking In” · Paris

Palma

“Call It Religion” · Palma de Mallorca

Denmark

“Descending” · Denmark

Berlin

“Into The Light (Ascend)” · Berlin

Palma

“Weary Riders” · Palma de Mallorca

Palma

“By Night” · Palma de Mallorca

Berlin

“Moving On” · Berlin

Paris

“Last Ride In” · Paris

Palma

“Shoppers” · Palma de Mallorca

Denmark

“Coastline” · Denmark

Ireland

“Wild Life” · Ireland