A street walk in old Lisbon. A shop I shouldn’t have entered. A Polaroid was waiting. Five old photos, each whispering a message. I brought them home. They haven’t stopped speaking since. More on the blog — link in bio.
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The Camera Logs take time. Photos do too. Some things slip through, moments I can’t always post on the blog or fit inside a Polaroid’s white frame. This is my in-between place for fragments & confessions. If you’re reading this, you’re part of the trail.