Somewhere in Munich, Germany. 2004.

Picture 134

I have no idea what this building is, though, i’m fairly certain that it’s the hostel that I stayed in in Munich. if anyone has any clue as to what, exactly, this building is (or was) i would appreciate any information. This was taken by my old camera. Sometimes the prints come out beautifully; sometimes the prints come out looking like they were taken with a potato, and then there’s this. i would like to think that it falls somewhere in the former category, though, if i didn’t know any better, i would think that it was taken on 35mm and printed from there. it isn’t the best composed picture, and it certainly isn’t the most interesting picture, but there’s something about this that i really like. maybe it’s the colouring or maybe it’s the overall ambience. Maybe it’s the memories that i don’t realise that i’ve buried. i’m not sure.

[no colour correction, only minimal white balance and contrast adjustments.]


An Alley Off the Ramblas [Possibly L’Hospitalet]. Barcelona, Spain.


An Alley Off the Ramblas [Possibly L’Hospitalet]. Barcelona, Spain.

I love graffiti. I love travel. I love Barcelona. There were a few nights in Barcelona where I had no idea what I was doing. Those were the nights when I would walk around, sit on a bench in Plaça Catalunya and think. One of these nights, I was having a particularly bad time of it, questioning what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life, the meaning of life, why I was doing what I was doing, and whether or not ‘running away to Europe’ for a month and a half to get my head on straight was really the right course of action. I never answered any of those questions because I was distracted by people watching. Some interesting characters come out at night…I know that I thought some things and passed silent judgement about people I had never met. Homeless people, tramps, prostitutes, lost tourists, people coming off second shift, people coming in for third shift…i’ve never met these people and I will never see them again, but I was guilty of judging them. It gave me a lot to genuinely think about while I was walking back to my hostel. Then I saw the graffiti. My català was weak and very rusty, so I was pleased to see a little bit of English, ironically, the only bit of English….

“I am not defined by your ignorance.”


I hear you universe…loud and clear.

Sometimes the lessons that you need to learn are the ones that are right in front of your face.