So I’m going back to my roots. Starting tomorrow and every subsequent Wednesday (UPDATE: Fridays also) — until I’m done and run out of images — I’ll be posting a series called This European Diary, with selected images and random thoughts from our recent trip to Germany and Italy. Just like I did in 2011 with France (which eventually became 1EYE, ROAMING). But although I’ll again be sticking to a somewhat chronological order, it won’t be as location-driven this time around: I’m expecting to do something much more focused on impressions and, hopefully, visual consistency.
The images from this trip were shot in a very similar fashion to those in 2011: apart from my time at Photokina I was again with Cynthia, walking for hours on end every single day and reacting to everything around us without ever stopping for more than a few seconds at a time. Or traveling by train or boat and watching the world go by. So I think there’s a similar flow to it all, even though I believe my eye has changed somewhat since then. Quite a lot has changed these past couple of years…
For me this will be a way to make sense of our adventure and to frame the images into some sort of coherent ensemble. Well, that’s the idea anyway. It all begins tomorrow with a post entitled Terminal I. I’m hoping you’ll tag along for the ride.
In my post-Photokina post yesterday (oops, that’s a lot of posts) I wrote in length about the outstanding group of photographers Fujifilm had brought together for the occasion and about the genuine camaraderie, the support I felt while I was there from everyone involved. Well, I’ve been reading the roundups my colleagues have been posting, either on Facebook or their respective blogs, and it seems we all felt the exact same thing. It was like an instant family. Not a yeah-I’m-smiling-and-being-nice-but-I-really-think-I’m-better-than-you-and-just-faking-interest kind of “socializing”… Listen, this was my first time presenting in such a large venue, with so many other photographers in attendance — so maybe this is always how it goes. But I can’t shake the feeling that there was a connection here that doesn’t necessarily happen all that often. Something real. All I know is I still can’t help smiling when I think about it.