I’ve had this image on my desktop for a long time. I love the stillness and the punky edge to it. The thermal blanket of some sorts waving in the wind, the peak under her shoes, the misty view over the land and river below and the flames of her hair cutting through it.
Looking it up today I found it is full of (truly, not just saying) awesome photography. Faraway places hidden but found. Camping, basically, but very different.
This is something I have witnessed in Amsterdam as well, surfboard, dude and dog, so for this one I don’t have to go that far, but! what a lovely moment, feet in the gold…
Richie too is an Outsider in this photograph, eagle wings on his shirt against a blurred inner city background. Dreamy.
But then I noticed the photographs below, and the man next to a pile of stuff brings me right back to reality, and the kind of traveller I am: A transferrist, I called it, someone who needs a lot of his daily life stuff transferred to elsewhere. Not as outside, not as punky.