nomadic nostalgia.

 having two bohemian dreamers for parents, my brothers and i had spent our childhood on the road. i never understood how people could live in one house, town, city, or country all their lives. for me every few months there were new suitcases, fresh gas station maps and a glint of poetic romanticism in my father's hazel eyes. we traveled from the ice cold pacific to the warm atlantic without any ties or boundaries. at times i furiously loathed having no roots or ties one would with a real home as defined in the movies and literature. yet somehow i am still seduced by the freedom that my ancestors of the steppes embraced. to roam the urban concrete jungle, the suburban plywood forests, the empty countryside deserts. 

flickr, deviantart, found.


Robbin said...

thanks for visiting/adding my blog!

sorry i cannot stand bloody/violent films haha, but i'm not the one for super lovey dovey ones either. i don't know, there are so many genres, there is still so much about film i have yet to learn!

p.s. besides english, i speak spanish, portuguese, and korean =)

p.p.s. these are really lovely photos

- Robbin

Baron-Münchhausen said...

Интересная фотография Фонтанки.

Jolly Josi said...

These pictures are magical.