Mitchel Lensink

I caught the rain today, in multiple ways. The first, and arguably less significant, was on my head. As me and Charlotte were walking to our lunch reservations. We brought umbrellas though, so it was rather blissful. I love the rain when we’re safe from it. The second way I caught the rain today was with my camera. Thats not much of a surprise at this point, isn’t it? It was pouring down significantly enough for me to remind myself to grab another installment of ‘Do You Register?’.1 I had to ru

Tiny glimpses into the present. Frozen in time, with all its imperfection. Beautiful in its ugliness because of its transience. A window into days long gone. Some day, but not this day. Today it’s exactly what happens. Exactly how it looks. Exactly how I saw it, recorded it. A pictures needs no words, we all know that. It tells a story that’s only as long as you look at it. However long that may be. Look at it for a second and see a sentence. Look at it for an hour and a book slowely unfolds.

Blessed! The first day of my week off, the final parts for my bike rebuilt are delivered. Perfect timing! I missed rolling around town on that butter smooth ride. It is time to pick that stuff back up ASAP. I wasted not another minute and got to building right away. A solid five hours and countless YouTube tutorials later, I reemerged victorious. My bike arose from the winter sleep that didn’t seem to end. Once stripped to the tiniest parts (and I mean tiniest!), now fully assembled, improved

Twisted sock around ankle, blanked wrapped around the legs, cat heavily purring and oh another one under the table; yawning and stretching itself into impossible positions. Food ordered in for ultimate Sunday relaxation, movie number two playing. It’s just another day.

The moment I stepped out the front door it started pouring down. I could’ve looked at the forecast but sometimes I just can’t be bothered. I want to go out and shoot some photos either right now or I won’t go at all. I also needed to do some grocery shopping. Taking photos usually means taking a walk as well and in this rain, it’s a good thing I did. Riding my bike would’ve meant hitting more drops and therefore more wet clothes. For now, all I needed to be careful with was my camera. The weat

Life on the fifth floor. It detaches you from the hustle and bustle of the streets. You’re more in tune with the birds in the sky then pedestrians on the sidewalk. The sound of a playing child might travel to your elevation, though never at the level of disturbance. A detachment that will prove itself to be a blessing soon. The wind. The sun. Both ever-prevalent. Its abundance more felt due to the lack of shelter. Most surrounding buildings are only visible by their roofs. The sensations of the

My ‘About the photo’ series has been somewhat long-winded so far but this one will be rather short in comparison. The reason for that is, I was kinda surprised when I received a push notification from my auto-publishing app. I totally forgot the post [https://www.instagram.com/p/COyDzw4p5Ay/] was scheduled to go out. I caught it a mere 9 minutes after it published and at that time, I could do two things: * Retract the post and pretend nothing happened. * Quickly write a story with my purest,

Shall we do another update? Let’s do another update. Today I’ve been working on adding the individual fine art prints of One Two One to the store. I have laid the last hand on the project page [https://mitchellens.ink/one-two-one] yesterday, so all I have to do now is finish setting up the store and then I’ll be ready to share the project with the world. If you are a reader of these Monologues, you are awarded with the privilege of early access, I guess.To be honest, I am glad I can put an

What looks like play to me might look like work to you. You will not get rich by renting out your time. Your struggles are not unique. The benefits of physical exercise are mental clarity and other things but mental clarity first. A nightingale-counter in a newsletter called ‘Where are all the Nightingales’ is an excellent idea. Moving to the 5th floor has me appreciating the change of the seasons more. Mitchel Lensink, (urban) landscape and documentary photographer.

Nodding off on the couch Trying to come up with something to share Structuring my thoughts into coherent ideas A point I’m trying to make But really I’m nodding off on the couch

Okay, so to answer yesterday’s question [https://mitchellens.ink/i-cringe-every-time-even-now/], yes the quote-type post was a very bad idea. Nobody liked it. No literally, almost nobody gave it a Like lol. I thought about deleting the post as soon as I noticed how bad it was performing but then I thought to myself: “wait a minute, why did I even want to share this?”. The answer to that question is because I care about my own writing and I want to share that with the people who care to listen.

I’m not a 100% sure this is a good idea but here it goes. As I’m building out my De Lens Loves You Instagram feed [https://www.instagram.com/delenslovesyou/], I figured it might be fun to share some more of my writing there as well. That’s why I decided to do one of those quote-type posts. I don’t know, I kind of cringe when I see them but I also want to share my work so here we are. The plan is to take one of my favorite Monologues every now and then and highlight something out of it. Somethi

I spent my entire afternoon on the following: * Installing the bottom bracket on my bike. I almost got it all the way there but I do really need that special tool they talked about. Shame, though not to worry: it’s just an additional ten or twenty coins I might as well miss. * Exporting and uploading the full resolution photos of the prints I sell in my webshop. I keep them on a separate folder in my photography archive so I can access them anytime. Somebody places an order when I

I let myself go in a daydream and emerged with a deeper understanding of the layers in life [https://www.instagram.com/p/COf6yF_L6Hh/]. As fas as ados go, you will not find one here: “Feel the warmth. Interesting. How can a photo that feels so cold, radiate such hope? Such sensations of solidarity. Everything about this shot screams winter, wind, ‘it’s about to rain, please get inside!’ and other gnarly things. But still… I can feel the warmth. At the very least, I am sure the glowing feeli

I wrote another tweet today but rather than embedding it, I’ll share it here directly. “The wind is so fierce today that the detached net from the basket swings so vigorously it’s leaving streaks in the dirt.” And there’s an accompanying photo as well. The seventh installment of an ever-expanding thread to document the changes in a basketball basket. Boring? Not so much. If you know where to look. > The wind is so fierce today that the detached net from the basket swings so vigorously it’s l

I might’ve gone a little too much into the vagueness of describing a photo here but you’ll have to excuse me. A seemingly boring shot [https://www.instagram.com/p/COa4p32jetZ/] has a lot going on if your imagination allows it. And as an ado could not be found: “A windy day. That’s for sure. A pier. Sand. Dark skies. Rain? No, no rain. Just wind. And a very heavy one as well. Judging by the sky, it was a stormy day. The choppy water tells the same story. The beach agrees with the water and le

Let me stay put for a minute. I know you could use that time. A little time to deflate. To reflect. Or simply to have a minute. A minute to yourself. It’s okay, I will stay put. Have your nap time. I’ll have mine as well. If you don’t mind. Let us have a minute. Just me and my kitty cat. Let us stay put.