the lost stacks

lostSome days it’s painful: you go to a place, and event, you enjoy yourself. Of course the camera is with you, and it’s a good moment to take pictures.

And then you come home, and take alook at the pictures and nothing feels right. Frustrating.

Of course: there’s not much processing to be done in a mood like that.

 

And sometimes, after a few weeks, it happens that you come back to those lost stacks of un-processed, un-appreciated pictures. And you realize just how beautiful they are.

welcome & first post

this is my new home on the world wide web – away from facebook, away from flickr and yet still close by. of course all is still in progress, and many things will need to be migrated, yet here it is.

the blank page, and it screams to be filled.