The first roll of the season
Thirty-six frames of Portra 400, one rainy park, and a lens I should have cleaned. What worked, what did not.
Sourdough, attempt number nine
Hydration, patience and a cold kitchen. Notes on finally getting an open crumb.
Walking the river path in November
Eight kilometres, two bridges, and the best bowl of noodles near the old market.
Why I still carry a paper notebook
A short defence of pencils, cheap paper and bad handwriting.