London — I used to enjoy traveling alone, it was an adventure, an unencumbered excursion into the world, and often, the unknown. Trains, planes, airports, hotels, busses, taxis — all were exciting in their ow...
Southend-on-sea — I wrote the lines above yesterday morning, after a particularly bad night’s sleep. As I write this, I’m sitting on a train heading into London, to spend the night with friends in Kennington. Tomorrow ...
Clare — There’s something special about places where land meets the sea — I suppose the same must be true about that place right on the edge of Earth’s atmosphere, though until Richard Branson invites me on a...
Morning light on the last day.
A forest of palm trees and concrete.
When the sun shines, anywhere can become exactly the right place to be.
At the edge and the top of the world.
On The Importance of Good Light
For we are the ones who will imagine their future, and that requires sacrifice.
As I drifted to sleep last night, I wished my heart would just stop beating while I slept.
My mood matches the weather, and always has. As such, I'm glad to be leaving this for Lisbon's sunshine today.
Waking up just before sunrise in Monaco was a fantastic idea.
The perfect space is an elusive, ever-changing idea.
The life of a lonely traveler.
I won't be here forever, not even for long, but for now, this place is home.
Wobbly legs, welcoming friends, wondrous views.
Miami by night. It's a view that nearly makes up for what it feels like on the ground.
What was once a calming place is now a reminder of what will never be.
First light on my first morning in Arizona. If it's this nice inside, I can't wait for tomorrow morning outside.
Today, I taught a photography workshop at the V&A; a slightly surreal feeling accompanied the occasion.
Milton Keynes station: Gateway to a Stepford world; Apocalyptic.
Gazing at this sunset was not on my todo list today. Nor was shooting for the following hour. Nevertheless...
There's a certain, special feeling about areas where you can tell the church used to be the centre of everything.
There's nothing quite like a bit of lovely light.
Dear Bill, I just wanted you to know how much I appreciated the centrepiece you left for me. Love, Dan.
The elves are hard at work: brief flashes of green and red amidst the grinding, steaming, and 'Grande Cappuccino for Ralph!?'
Even when passing through (as I so frequently am), London paints a new version of itself.
Returning to Vilnius, I realise it never really left my mind and heart.
2:48pm and the sun is already setting spectacularly, a welcome sight as I gaze wistfully out the bus window.
Skaters, shadows, and sunlight.
The Thames Estuary is a special place, and like most of the world, beautiful yet undiscovered by many.
Winter has arrived, though the snow has not yet begun to fall.
The morning sunlight after a storm is like no other.
Night always arrives too quickly.
Pausing briefly to catch some sun before the next train.
Taj Mahal sunrise, 12-hour round-trip journey; Beauty unsurpassed.
This view makes catching up on email slightly less horrible.
I feel giddy when I see light I wasn't expecting: it results in an uncontrollable desire to capture it.
It's both lovely and strange to discover a place you wish you could take with you. If I lived in Bucharest, I would be at Camera din față every day.
Bus travel in London is an inexpensive luxury, and you get to see the city as you go.
Morning light seems to favour the monotonous moments of travel.
Espresso + absinthe = Café Henrici is my new favourite place.
Waiting for the tram, on the phone.
Sunset scenes like this are fucking beautiful, and totally worth swearing about.
Spent this evening wandering the Underground with a few other Instagrammers, capturing empty spaces. Glorious.
Returning alone to an empty house where I don't live.
The view from my grandfather's memorial bench. I pause and sit for a spell whenever I pass by.
Physical portals — train/subway stations, airports, ferry terminals — are ideal venues for people-watching.
Dusk; a chill as the wind blows gently across the mud flats of the Thames Estuary.
Empty, spinning, directionless.
Waiting for the 18:52 at Benfleet.
A lovely day in the sun on Alton Water, celebrating my cousin Jessica's 23rd birthday, my uncle's birthday, and my uncle & aunt's wedding anniversary.
The restorative qualities of the sea are universal; the effects are not limited to a single body of water.
There is nothing quite like the ice cream memories of your childhood, and in my case, those memories can be revisited here, at Rossi's, on hot days like today.
Some days are harder than others. Reminders of the now-past life are everywhere: work, play, plans, and the imagined future that will now never be; a steady yet unpredictable stream.
Badminton with my aunt, cousin, and other assorted relatives. Last time I played was here, 3 years ago.
Kevin is a craftsman when it comes to grooming. When people ask him what he does, he answers "I make people feel good."
I'm writing this in a cafe in Leigh-on-Sea, Essex, the kind of place where one wouldn't be surprised to encounter the cast of TOWIE.
Drinks and ice cream in the sun.
Bowling with my first cousin, Jess, and my second cousins, Helen and Paul, after seeing Monsters University in glorious 3D.