In August 2019, I was hired by Studio Riebenbauer to photograph historic castles/hotels in Austria, Czech Republic, Germany, and Switzerland (project found here). In just 32 days, I shot 29 hotels (and delivered selects), drove 3500km through the 4 countries, and squeezed in 164 miles of mountain biking in the alps. Each day consisted of packing, photographing, driving, unpacking, photographing, eating, drinking, and sometimes sleeping.
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I ate almost every meal alone - without the escape of a cell phone or the focused distraction afforded by eavesdropping on adjacent tables. I just sat, ate and observed. Here I was, eating free 6-course meals in beautiful European mountains, simultaneously exhausted and stimulated, fully alone, but fully content.
The trip's combination of movement and solitude created a ghostly feeling, like I was existing in a separate dimension of the same world. I would show up to a hotel in a small town and be acutely observant of everything going on around me in the town. Then I would leave. The oft-heartfelt, yet broken conversations I had from time to time could not be the start of a relationship, just fleeting yet meaningful memories, valuable in and of themselves.
As time has passed, these five weeks have grown more and more important to me. For months, I gave quick, almost rehearsed recaps of the trip to friends, family, and coworkers; boiling it down to “busy, amazing food, and great mountain biking.” I now realize that I wasn’t just writing off conversations, but I had not yet processed how I felt and what the trip meant to me. Now that I have been re-accustomed to my usual steady life, I miss this adventure in a profound way. Any reminder of Europe throws me into a profound, warm nostalgia.
I was too distracted to realize at the time, but these photos show a clear window in to my psyche and expression of emotion during the trip. The majority, shot mostly in portrait orientation, feel voyeuristic and observational - little glimpses of intimately ordinary moments that a native European might not think twice about; moments that are generally meaningless, but infinitely important to me. These photos mean a lot to me, and I share them in hopes that these feelings and experiences do not live solely in me, but can be shared and felt by others (you).
She spoke very little english, but we talked for over an hour. She asked me to take a photo of her and afterwards said “this will probably be the last photo anybody ever takes of me”