A quiet selection of photos from my pre-corona travels, with contemplative captions. Minimalism, ambience, delicate experiments with textural, atmospheric imagery.
masks were hung around the island by an anonymous donor...
the vacant shells begin to wash ashore after their inhabitants' demise...
her favorite pair of shoes, for which she never returned...
waves gently lap the shore, a piece of dry brush rustles in the breeze...
the security light shines upon the leaves after all the visitors have left...
but no one stays in the hotels anymore, because no one is allowed to travel... have the palm trees outside even noticed the difference?
a wire fence and a sign about trespassing... but the sign says nothing it all if no one around can read it, and the fence forgot its purpose as it kept none from crossing...
will the pollinators return soon? a question only implied by lightly trembling petals...
don't forget to feed us...
i am certain of you, if i am certain of nothing else.
what kind of animal makes tracks like these?
the blue dye in the pond slowly fades away...
compelled by instincts, reproduce before passing...
erosion from the wind; the only marks in the sand...
a wild mysterious world, perceived by animal senses
how strange it is to be anything at all... those concepts of fear, now only relics
mama's long gone... good luck, you're on your own.