Sepia is such a romantic kind of film I find.
This one excually needs a projector to see me being silly with a stranger in the motorcycles mirror.
A see through during breakfast.
The clouds in this part of the world, I mean…it could just be the Only reason for a travel to lovely Mongolia.
Having a ‘you-are-welcome-here’ drink from a tiny cup. So nice a stranger took my camera to remember me of this moment.
Looking into the top of the home where I am staying in.
My new neighbors.
Two korean girls I met along the way. And again those clouds…
Sharing the view with a stranger in a train heading for Ulaanbataar.
Note: When I moved to Portugal some years ago, I remember I took my dearest colorslides with me in a tiny box. My 6×6 and 35mm. I have lost them during this travel. My most dearest ones. I wanted to have them with me, wherever I would go, not knowing what the future might bring. Now back in my home town, the thought of this loss still keeps on haunting me. It’s something I have to accept. So…what you see here are a few of the ones I left behind in Amsterdam. These are now all in a safe.
The others are gone with the wind…