Hel Peninsula / Poland / 14.06.2019
Is it the dunes that stretch out to meet the sea, or is it the water that hurtles into the dunes? We stand between them. Between the sea and the mountains of sand is our space, our time. 10 minutes. Test completed. That’s how long it takes to assemble the frame and the photo. It’s warm, quiet, no people, no pressure. We’re strolling on a sunny beach, carrying a picture of winter.
Szklarska Poręba / Poland / 06.02.2011
Legs sink into the snow, up to our hips. It’s getting harder to walk. The trip was to take us three, maybe four hours. We’ve now been walking for six and there’s no end in sight. An endless trail. Instead, you can see the tree tops protruding from the snow. Either there’s a lot of snow, or these are dwarf conifers. To be honest, it’s difficult to put the way we’re moving forward into words. Crawling, flapping legs – up, then down, collapsing and getting back up, horizontal-vertical strokes. At least it’s fun. When we made it to the mountain hostel, it turned out that the route we’d taken had been closed for safety reasons. It’s anyone’s guess how we missed the warning signs. We came back along a freshly prepared ski slope. How wonderful to feel the ground underfoot.
Ola Gerlach – the inaugural one, amongst wedding guests, holding the first photo with perseverance.
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)