A photo essay, two videos and a fine art print giveaway. These are not three separate newsletters.
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A good beach has white sand, they tell you. Preferably as finely grained as possible. Like a powder that's sprinkled on the edges of the land. The frosting on the cake, if you will.
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Even after years of travel experience, we still had to appeal to the world-famous kindness of the Thai people to be saved from, what could be, a scary situation.
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This is what the USA looks like from the eyes of a 31-year old photographer who's never visited the country before.
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When I turned sixteen, instead of getting my driver's license for a scooter (which was still as simple as taking a 1-hour theoretical test and paying 40 euros at the door), I bought my first computer for about 500 euros. It almost bankrupted me.
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It's been about four weeks now. Two hours per day, on average. Loading in the image previews, looking at the contents of the images, and titling everything based on the location they are shot in or the people pictured. Sometimes both. It's an endless stream.
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Something special has happened. Let me take you along on the main events from September 2023. The first is this newsletter going physical, and the second is the addition of a new product category in my store.
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When I first landed on Craig Mod's website and read he describes himself as a 'writer, photographer, and walker,' I was a little confused. What the hell does it mean to 'be a walker'?
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My ears are still ringing from the festival when I open my eyes again in the same tent but in a different location. This time though, I can actually enjoy the silence and fresh air.
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Making videos, and YouTube more specifically, hasn't been easy for me. I sometimes go months without making a new video. But I think I found a way around this.
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A pungent smell of fresh ink and recently dried glue enters my nostrils the moment Thijs opens his front door. It’s difficult to pass through his hallway and enter the living room because there’s a literal wall of boxes in the way.
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