Just over a year ago I returned from Ireland. For me this is so recent that I could just as well still be there, but I’m not. I could just step out of my Irish Sea red brick sea-facing house (in which I rented a small apartment), jump on a bus and be in the city centre in about 12 minutes flat, traffic depending, but I can’t.
The beauty of travel for me is that I’m travelling even when I’m not. I’m there and here at the same time and everywhere else where I’ve been before. Naturally it’s where I’ve been most recent where I’m mostly still at. No long-haul journeys with stop-overs or continent hopping or hemisphere exchanges required. The experiences, visuals and insights you had, especially the intense ones, linger and mature and eventually return as a memory-filled kaleidoscopic landscape of sorts that meanders through your mind.
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Photographs by Jean-Jacques.