A mix of my personal travel photos with quotes from some of my favourite writers to get the ball rolling…
A journey, after all, neither begins in the instant we set out, nor ends when we have reached our doorstep once again… Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable.Travels with Herodotus, Ryszard Kapuściński
…I had the wish to leave him, run, move, cross the street, be struck by the brilliant scales of the sea. At that tremendous moment, full of light and sound, I pretended I was alone in the newness of the city, new myself with all life ahead, exposed to the mutable fury of things but surely triumphant…My Brilliant Friend, Elena Ferrante
joining the throngKobayashi Issa
a little wren
And drive back home, still with nothing to sayThe Peninsula, Seamus Heaney
Except that now you will uncode all landscapes
By this: things founded clean on their own shapes,
Water and ground in their extremity.
Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
Later the darkness fellHummingbirds, Mary Oliver
and the solid moon
like a white pond rose.
But I wasn’t in any hurry.
Likely I visited all
the shimmering, heart-stabbing
questions without answers
before I climbed down.