When I was up there and Sofia was in my feet.

The only time when I can see your beauty, old city.

St. Patrick’s day, 2012

Bulgaria 

I met this man on my way back from the grocery store today. He roams the world. Or maybe just roams Sofia. But that is what he does. A modern nomad. I asked him if I could photograph him. He smiled and said:

‘Yes, but my face is ugly.’

I responded:

‘Your face is interesting.’ And quickly added: ‘It has experienced a lot.”

Then I gave him a chocolate chip cookie. One of those healthy low-carb cookies. He looked down and said:

‘My hands are dirty.’

I told him he could keep it for later. 

Being on the road

Somewhere in southern Bulgaria

May, 2011

"…but only until the next dark stretch and another few seconds on the edge… The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others - the living - are those who pushed their luck as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later.
But the edge is still Out there. Or maybe it’s In. The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions."

—

Hunter S. Thompson 

Hell’s Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs (1966)

There is home at the end of the road.

And it smells like the Ocean on a rainy day.

Film

Rhode Island

September, 2011

The king of the sea

Narragansett Beach, Rhode Island

October, 2011

After years and years of practice, the one thing in this world that I truly and utterly suck at is saying goodbye. 

Sometimes I just leave. …Without a goodbye.

I always leave. But many times I come back.

Richmond, UK

Fall, 2011 

Being home

Film

Rhode Island

September, 2011

English man

Brick Lane st, London, UK

Late October, 2011

Surfing Rhode Island

Fall, 2011

Narragansett, RI