The smell of the washing power on my jeans
Is the smell it was when I last kissed you
The sun was burning and cooking me here
And now it’s getting cool again and so am I.
It smells like a thousand years ago,
Like a whole ocean and like spice with a hint of vanilla.
Next time I wash these ill rinse away yet another memory of you
Another thing that pulls your smile to my mind,
And one day they’re won’t be anything there at all.

Jan 22nd 2014 I was scanning old photos today when I found a stack of terribly taken, out of focus photos that were mainly of pets and very uninteresting things. From the look of them these are some of my first ever photos that I would have taken at around age 5

it’s so beautiful
to walk along breathing
in the smell of second-hand smoke
mixed with the cold, fresh air
the natural that has always been
mixed with industrial history 
and the warming chemicals
making clouds in the cold air

this smell reminds me
of so many people
and so many places
and so many selfs 

view over Saudi Arabia 19 December 2013
alegbra:
if you're cool with talking about it, what camera(s) do you use?

I don’t have a particularly fancy camera, I’d love to upgrade, but I use a Canon 60d and most of my photos are taken with 

  • canon 50mm 1.8 lens
  • tokina 11-16mm 2.8 lens
  • sigma 18-200mm 3.5 lens
visitantespassageiros:
Your blog is beautiful! And you are too. You take beautiful photos! <3

gosh I am actually blushing, thank you a lot! :)

alegbra:
you have some Sick As Hell photos and i'm bleeding admiration from my nose right now, keep it up

wow thank you so much!!