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I’m not really into trains. But they have a way of pulling you in anyway.Not because of what they are, but because of what they carry with them. Something familiar.Something a bit out of time. You notice it before you understand it. At first it’s the obvious things — steam, scale, the weight of them.…
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Winter in the Dolomites strips things back. The light is brief, the landscape feels quieter, and everything seems to exist in fewer tones. It felt like the right place to stop being deliberate and just try things. I moved between black and white and colour without much of a plan. Some days I reached for…
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I went to see Florence + the Machine recently and, almost as an afterthought, slipped my old Sony HX60 into my pocket. It’s not a camera I reach for often. It’s small, slow by modern standards, and its party trick is a 30× zoom rather than anything approaching “cinematic”. But it fits unnoticed into a…
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There is a unique kind of inspiration that emerges when one takes a leisurely walk through a train yard. Unlike manicured parks or bustling city streets, train yards offer a raw, industrial landscape filled with unexpected textures, shapes, and stories waiting to be discovered. The act of strolling here becomes not just a physical journey…
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I took a walk around a nearby reservoir, hoping to find the perfect light for some great photos, but since I started out around midday, nothing really looked interesting or striking. I even stayed late, waiting for a flicker of sunset to add some drama, but it just faded away quietly and uneventfully. Despite the…