One of the things I enjoy the most is experiencing the passing of time. Strangely for such an unavoidable thing, it’s actually not that easy to come by. There are only some moments when it becomes truly feelable and these are the small opportunities that I cherish.  Dusk is my favorite time of day. I purposely avoid turning on the lights, whatever it is that I’m doing, so I can experience the changes in light hue and intensity. To read, to cook, to bathe in the half-light seem so real. Similarly, I love seasonal transitions and in winter I delay turning on the heater as much as possible. It is as if the cold I’m feeling functioned as a ground connection that keeps me in touch with the rest of the Planet and gives me something in common with ancestral humans. Less frequent but oh-so-awesome: a storm gathering, changing tides, sunflowers turning… Image: sunset in Koln, Jan 2009

One of the things I enjoy the most is experiencing the passing of time. Strangely for such an unavoidable thing, it’s actually not that easy to come by. There are only some moments when it becomes truly feelable and these are the small opportunities that I cherish.  Dusk is my favorite time of day. I purposely avoid turning on the lights, whatever it is that I’m doing, so I can experience the changes in light hue and intensity. To read, to cook, to bathe in the half-light seem so real. Similarly, I love seasonal transitions and in winter I delay turning on the heater as much as possible. It is as if the cold I’m feeling functioned as a ground connection that keeps me in touch with the rest of the Planet and gives me something in common with ancestral humans. Less frequent but oh-so-awesome: a storm gathering, changing tides, sunflowers turning…

Image: sunset in Koln, Jan 2009

One of the things I enjoy the most is experiencing the passing of time. Strangely for such an unavoidable thing, it’s actually not that easy to come by. There are only some moments when it becomes truly feelable and these are the small opportunities that I cherish.  Dusk is my favorite time of day. I purposely avoid turning on the lights, whatever it is that I’m doing, so I can experience the changes in light hue and intensity. To read, to cook, to bathe in the half-light seem so real. Similarly, I love seasonal transitions and in winter I delay turning on the heater as much as possible. It is as if the cold I’m feeling functioned as a ground connection that keeps me in touch with the rest of the Planet and gives me something in common with ancestral humans. Less frequent but oh-so-awesome: a storm gathering, changing tides, sunflowers turning… Image: sunset in Koln, Jan 2009

One of the things I enjoy the most is experiencing the passing of time. Strangely for such an unavoidable thing, it’s actually not that easy to come by. There are only some moments when it becomes truly feelable and these are the small opportunities that I cherish.  Dusk is my favorite time of day. I purposely avoid turning on the lights, whatever it is that I’m doing, so I can experience the changes in light hue and intensity. To read, to cook, to bathe in the half-light seem so real. Similarly, I love seasonal transitions and in winter I delay turning on the heater as much as possible. It is as if the cold I’m feeling functioned as a ground connection that keeps me in touch with the rest of the Planet and gives me something in common with ancestral humans. Less frequent but oh-so-awesome: a storm gathering, changing tides, sunflowers turning…

Image: sunset in Koln, Jan 2009

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My name is Luz and I move a lot, form apartment to apartment, from city to city, from country to country.
Over time I have developed my own small nomadic idiosyncrasy. I've given up my material possessions more than once. I grew apart from people and then re-found them. I have entered places foreign and then became local. I learned to cook food with varied ingredients and to love goat cheese.
Wandering is about experiencing. Not everything has been great, not everything has gone as planned. Maybe not everything was planned that well. But there was also good in the unexpected. I've encountered and all kinds of things, people and places: some that I met along the way, some that I left behind and learned how different they look from afar, and some that just popped into my mind during a long train ride alone.

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