Travel

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II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,

A tattered coat upon a stick, unless

Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing

For every tatter in its mortal dress,

Nor is there singing school but studying

Monuments of its own magnificence;

And therefore I have sailed the seas and come

To the holy city of Byzantium [NEW ZEALAND’S SOUTH ISLAND]

Insp. Sailing to Byzantium, W.B. Yeats.

Here’s what I captured.

Lovely girls.

A Wandering Tribute

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Home seems to have a lovely way of reminding me of what it’s like to not be home. Grateful for the places i’ve been, i promise i’m going back every day somehow.

Digital media series; a tribute to my travels

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in this series, i move between southern california to austrian ski towns and honolulu’s shore, from loud, bustling cities to the low rumble of crashing waves on australian beaches. my house is pretty quiet. the bus drives past and a stream of keyboard clicks are heard throughout the day. and i know that these places are quieter now too. but, thankfully, in this quietness, i can hear how they were.

35mm film + graphics