a city moves in lines. glass, concrete and angles fold over each other like thoughts in transit. here, a single figure walks the diagonalâcaught between the weight of form and the lightness of vanishing.
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a city moves in lines. glass, concrete and angles fold over each other like thoughts in transit. here, a single figure walks the diagonalâcaught between the weight of form and the lightness of vanishing.
beneath portoâs neoclassical facades, an old man folds into shadow like a page curling back in time. light and smoke trail behind him, and the stone around him seems to watch in silence â buildings, like people, remembering more than they say.
he stands between two walls of light, one hand shielding the sun, the other buried in blue light. it’s a mirrored pause, a moment split between self and signal. under the harsh geometry of stone and shadow, he becomes twin and ghost, framed by absence and attention.
The city is still here, but just hiding in the fog. A glowing stop along the water bus route, holding space in the silence.
Hafen // Hamburg 454
i was standing near the entrance of a quiet shopping arcade when this moment unfolded—two people crossing the same lit patch of ground, each pulling their own weight, each locked in their thoughts. the morning sun sliced the scene into two mirrored halves. one world in reality, one in reflection. it felt like a metaphor for routine, repetition, and invisible labor. i didn’t move. i just watched time ripple through this mirrored frame.
Stockholm by night, shot from a hill called "Hammarbybacken".
Gdańsk, Poland
A small beer shop named “Pivoteка” glows softly with string lights in the middle of a dark residential courtyard. The contrast between the shop’s warm glow and the cold, concrete apartment block creates a visual poetry of post-Soviet urban evenings.
Rollfilm, Fomapan ISO100, expired
Rollfilm, Fomapan ISO100, expired
Rollfilm, Fomapan ISO100, expired
A panorama of the sun breaking through the cloud cover hanging above Cleveland Point, North Queensland.
Completing my sudden fascination with walking up castle hill these last couple weeks, I have Townsville City in the predawn light.
