From Alethea
The path
Not a list of days. A walk through the four places I keep looking. Woods. Wings. Cities. Faces. Tap a light on the map, or just keep walking down the page.
Woods · A quiet Tuesday
After rain
Sit with itThe woods smell new, like they have been washed and are waiting.
I stood still long enough that a bird decided I was part of the path.
I didn't need a perfect picture. I needed the feeling of staying.
A note I wrote · 1 of 11
Woods · Whenever the light finds me
One tree
Sit with itOne tree holding the whole field. I stop. That is the whole note.
A pause · 2 of 11
Woods · Before I choose a direction
Hills I want to walk into
Sit with itThe land keeps going. I want to go with it.
A pause · 3 of 11
Wings · On the way somewhere
Looking up
Sit with itIf I get the window I forget to talk.
The wing is a line drawn on purpose. The sky is everything else.
I want a picture that makes you look up too.
A note I wrote · 4 of 11
Wings · Between here and there
Above the clouds
Sit with itThe window seat feeling. I forget to blink.
A pause · 5 of 11
Cities · Late afternoon
Someone just left
Sit with itI like streets that still hold the shape of a person.
Flowers in the windows. A bike. The feeling that a story already happened.
I don't always need the person in the frame. I need the warmth they left.
A note I wrote · 6 of 11
Cities · When the city turns gold
The last of the day
Sit with itGlass catching the last of the day.
A pause · 7 of 11
Cities · Walking home
A street that already knows you
Sit with itWarm from someone passing through.
A pause · 8 of 11
Faces · Whenever I am brave enough
When they forget the camera
Sit with itThe pictures I love most are the ones where nobody is performing.
Arms around each other. Looking at the same far away thing.
If you find yourself in this one, you can keep it. It is yours too.
A note I wrote · 9 of 11
Faces · A held breath
When they look back
Sit with itJust looking. That is enough.
A pause · 10 of 11
Woods · Now
Still walking
Sit with itI am still walking.
Woods. Wings. Cities. Faces. I keep looking, and the path keeps opening.
Come wander with me.
A pause · 11 of 11
On the ground
Where I actually stood
The four worlds above are feeling. This map is the earth. If I open a place, the pin is the real spot the camera wrote. Tap it, then Take me there, and your phone can walk you to within a metre.
When I open a place, it lands here. The pictures up now are still choosing.
Nothing is sent until I open a place. Home stays home. A waterfall in Wales only lands here if I say so.
Come wander with me.
The path is not finished. I will keep putting lights on the map as I walk.