Chasing the blue hour
Twenty minutes after sunset the city turns a colour no camera gets quite right. A tripod, a wide lens and patience do most of the work — the rest is waiting for the tram to leave the frame.
Packing light for a weekend
One body, one prime lens, a spare battery. Everything else stays home. Fewer choices, more pictures.
Film is back on the shelf
A roll of expired colour film from a flea market turned out warmer and grainier than expected. Some frames are lost, the rest feel like old postcards.