Street and Landscape

We finished the workshop last Sunday.

There is always a strange silence at the end of these weeks. The conversations dissolve into whatsapp messages and shared folders. And suddenly the rhythm that carried us for days slows down.

With Lee, we moved again between street photography and landscape. Cities in the early morning, old streets that still resist change, coastlines where the wind and sun decide everything. For us, this is close to ordinary life. Walking without rushing. Watching and reacting.

For our fellow travellers it becomes something else. Not just locations, but a way of staying inside the moment. A way of allowing the light and the world around dictate the pace.

The landscape gave us more than we expected. . Anyone who works with nature knows how fragile that balance is. You prepare, you sacrifice hours of sleep, you hope — but the outcome is never guaranteed.

What stays with me most, though, is the group. People who arrived as strangers and, within a few days, moved as if they had been walking together for years. Shared silence in front of a scene. Small jokes in the cold. Long days that never felt heavy.

A week is long enough to build something real, and short enough to miss it immediately.
We have just finished, and I am already looking forward to the next one.

And about meeting again, somewhere between a narrow street and an open horizon, the companions of this Winter Scenery and Old School Streets 2026.