Wiórek / Poland / 11 /14. 07. 2019
8:55 pm – Someone has placed a filter in the sky and everything is orange-yellow-red-gold. Everything is “burning”. In a moment the sun will set and the fire will go out. And tomorrow they will probably reap it. I have to make it before sunset and before the Bison harvester. “This is his Bison harvester.” I saw it grow every day. At first it was just a little green. In spring, when everything comes to life, grasses, cereals, leaf buds appear, the green becomes unique. Never afterwards does green have such saturation. Now it’s golden. An expanse of yellow-gold wheat rippling like the surface of a lake. All the fields in the area have been harvested. I wonder if this grain is for human consumption or animal feed. Or for gluten to be used for other purposes. But always, at the end of the cycle, as human food. The earth gives birth and shares its fruits with everyone. The combine harvester appeared two days later.
Salt Lake / Tunisia / 29.03.2011
6.30 am – White and blues as far as the eye can see. Cold. Empty, as flat as on a frozen lake. The sun is rising. A few more hours and it will be unbearably hot. Sun rays glint on the salt crystals as if on ice. Salt as far as the eye can see. Chott el Djerid salt lake in Tunisia. The water has evaporated. Life has evaporated. Salt preserves.
Maja Sadowska, my beloved granddaughter, holding the frame in the flames of the setting sun.
Each photograph used during the journey stops being luggage, changes its destiny, takes on a new life. It creates a unique travel sack with a story in the background. Always just one. One shot, one sack. Luggage (no excess)