Spitsbergen / Norway / 04.09.2019
Second day on Spitsbergen. First outing into the wild. Actually, it’s a walk, not a serious expedition. We are walking through a flat brown area covered with plants and stones, to the nearby Blue Lake. There’s no one else around besides us. Silence and the sound of wind. In the distance, barely visible reindeer are eating low-growing lichens. In patches of snow there are perfectly camouflaged paddocks – birds native to Spitsbergen. There weren’t suppose to be any roads, but just take a look at this – a beautiful, wide, rocky road leading up to a hill. Unfortunately, it didn’t hold our attention for long. The lake reflects the sky and the mountains. Clouds underfoot.
Montenegro / 13.07.2011
The beautiful landscape is impressive. The same landscape is frightening. The mountain lake is drowned by its own reflection. Fear of heights in an open space, unforgivingly gaping canyons. I don’t like blue. I don’t like blue. This is no longer merely a beautiful view since it has unlocked a childhood fear, a terror without the ability to name it. We’re driving in three off-road vehicles, sending messages over CB radio. We have to stop, go down and take a dip in the sapphire water. Tame the fear. Afterwards, the colour returns, calm and carefree, the beauty of the landscape taking your breath away. The water has washed away the fear and terror.
Glaciologist Jakub Małecki, thanks to whom we made the journey to Spitzbergen, holding the photo..
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)