Sacramento Stories

Stories in pictures, words in pictures, pictures of stories: my feet travel the many streets in this city every day, my eyes cross many moments that are captured by my lens (a Holga attached to a Nikon body). A selection can be found on this page, many more right here, and some (long) ramblings to follow. Three years here now and it sometimes feels like home, but often still an island where I feel stranded, holding on tight to my partner and kids, looking south towards another country, an simpler life. This is an ongoing collection as I never leave the house without my camera, but unique because all images are taken through the blur of a Holga lens and unedited apart from a little straightening here and there.

Hope and Action (Hope vs. Action?)

NYC, London, Sacramento, over the past decade. So many more where these came from, so many more that are still waiting to be taken.

“It appears to be the same rotten old wheel that keeps this country churning:

Oppression, hatred, cruelty, and fear.

We are hanging in there, tiptoeing around, then suddenly jumping full force

With our Doc Martens into the middle of it.

It’s either hide in the shadows and hope for the best or be the change you want to be for your children.

It won’t happen for us, but we can do it for the next generations.

If we don’t maintain some kind of semblance of hope there wouldn’t be any point in living anymore.

So hope pushes us forward, but reality makes it clear that Hope alone won’t save the day.

And if we don’t fight then we are no more than cowards really.

This world is so much bigger than a bar, a city, a country.

This world is so much bigger than the individual.”

(Excerpt from a work in progress with a working name of “Belonging”. It may or may not see the day).