Journal

I have loved Athens long enough to stop seeing it as a collection of sights. I return for the light, the noise, the smells (yes, really), the disorder, the souvlakia at O Thanasis, and the peculiar sense that every surface has accumulated more history than it can comfortably hold. Yet, for all the photographs I have taken here, I somehow kept walking past its street art. It took me long enough to stop and give it the attention it deserved, even if this is but a very thin slice of what’s there. This is on purpose – this way, I can sell “Need to take more pictures of street art” as a reason to disappear there for a week or several.

This is the story of five photographs from Highgate Cemetery.

This is a post I’ve dug up from the depths of the old website. It was so well hidden that hardly anybody ever found it – at least that’s what the logs say.

The frame is a lie, and knowing this is the beginning of photography.

So… I’ve decided to once again fiddle with www.adebaumann.com. I haven’t kept exact track of it, but the site seems to follow a certain pattern. Every couple of years, I fiddle around with it, then it disappears from my radar and goes to sleep for a few years until I decide the next wave of “stuff to do on the website” is due.