Some old photos I like

This is the last post I’ll publish before I leave my country. The preparation phase is over; from here on out, the plan actually starts. I’m about to become a ghost—completely disconnected from the world—and I’ll use this blog to document whatever feels relevant or useful to anyone else attempting something similar. Every bit of effort, money, and time I have left will go into creating the photographic narrative products that will reflect the gaze of someone who walks without leaving footprints. I’m getting old, this project is the only thing I care about anymore, and the only promise I can make is that I’ll do it as well as I possibly can.

These photos were taken long before the idea of dropping everything and vanishing even crossed my mind. I was just starting to get into photography and wanted to learn, so I’d wander around my neighborhood practicing with whatever caught my eye. Back then I had a cheap camera and some ancient manual lenses, which is why a few of these have limited technical quality. On top of that, I never keep originals—I pulled everything here from my old social media accounts, where images are automatically compressed. But the moments are what matter, and I loved every second of teaching myself this craft.

The very last shot is different from the rest; I took it with a cheap phone. I’d stepped out of my apartment to take out the trash, saw this scene, and just snapped it without overthinking. Gear doesn’t matter nearly as much as the feeling you get when something in front of you demands to be captured.