The only constant is change. That's how my photography (and I) thrives, by moving all the time and being exposed to different places and situations.
This is how my photography thrives
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The bird on the fence and the tree in the fog
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Galicia, December 2022.
Winter is back, I
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Indiana, December 2022.
Tree through the fence, II
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Galicia, December 2022.
Why fixing my camera's screen was so important
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I did it! I can't believe it, but I was able to fix my camera's screen myself, saving a lot of time and money in the process. I missed it so much, since the screen plays such a big role in my photography process.
Urnes stavkyrkje, III
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Norway, November 2022.
Leaning Tree of Denmark
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Denmark, December 2022.
Carrelet, II
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France, December 2022.
From the video Long exposure photography paradise in Pornic, France.
Gone for the season
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France, December 2022.
Serpent
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France, December 2022.
Fisherman's nets, Pornic
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France, December 2022.
Carrelet, I
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France, December 2022.
From the video Long exposure photography paradise in Pornic, France
Long exposure photography paradise in Pornic, France
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My last stop on this road trip: Pornic, France. A paradise for long exposure photography.
Windmill at the top of the hill
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Castilla La Mancha, December 2021.
Desert world
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Utah, September 2020.
Dark tree of the Rockies
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Rocky Mountains National Park, Colorado, September 2020.
Urnes stavkyrkje, II
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Norway, November 2022.
Étretat reflections
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Normandy, France, December 2022.
The church and the arch
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Normandy, France, December 2022.
After an end, a new beginning
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This is it. I'm back home after spending the last 4 months driving across Europe, mostly Norway. An incredible journey I'll never forget.
There will be time for me to reflect on the trip, but as of right now, I'm feeling a bit empty inside. It will take some time adjusting to the new reality, like it did when I first hit the road back in August.
And then, once I get used to being at the same place, once I established a routine, it will be time to leave it all behind again. This is what I do. Where to? When? For how long? I have some ideas, but I will know when the time comes.
This is the end of this (short) period of my life. This is the beginning of a new one.