Photo by Pete Muller @pete_k_muller | Waves of seasonal fog blanket Chukotka, Russia, for days on end, canceling both sea- hunting ventures and flights out. After a month here, I’m eager to move along. In the early morning hours, which in the Arctic remain brightly lit at summer's end, I awake to survey the weather conditions. At 3 a.m., I stand rubbing my eyes before the large window in the bedroom of our rented apartment. It’s clear and calm. By 8 a.m., hours before the sole flight out departs, the fog reliably arrives and the flight is delayed another day. I’m frustrated and discouraged. If I’m honest, I find photography to be very difficult, both creatively and psychologically. For many years I’ve had to fight against how daunting I find it. I have to remind myself that photographs almost never happen in the hotel room. Sometimes it feels like simply getting out the door is the hardest part. And so on this particular day, at the end of my tether, I wandered in the fog.
Not sure if I felt more awkward that the nail tech I saw in Barcelona kept asking why I wanted to keep all my nails long except my right middle finger or more proud that was able to answer in Spanish. #femme4femme
Mete o pé e vai na fé! A nossa caravana é da alegria 🙏💙😀💫 #gypsy
Minha amiga @alessandraleoneleone mais uma vez trouxe tudo pra casa e transformou meu quintal num acampamento cigano 😍
