Volume I · Chapter I
My first quiet frames of a new chapter: unfamiliar windows, English light and the strange excitement of starting again.
Every atlas needs a place to begin. Mine began with a window, a different rhythm to the day and the feeling that even ordinary details were suddenly worth noticing.
I’m keeping this first entry small on purpose. It is not really a guide to a place; it is a marker in time — the page where my British chapter began.
From my camera roll
“This was the view I kept coming back to. Nothing dramatic — just a new place slowly becoming normal.”
The first view from my new window.
Cheltenham, England · Frame 01