Travel · Landscape · Street
Past nor Present
Photography by Marald Bes
Some places refuse to sit still in time.
These photographs were made in the space between what was and what will be —I’d love to invite you to visit the world through my eyes, in the timeframe I was there. Enjoy.
Collections
Journeys, kept in order.
The Museum
Four rooms, hung and lit.
Atlas
Every frame, every tag.
I lost a year of visual memories once. Never again.
Twenty-one years of digital photography — and eight analogue years on 35mm before that. It started badly: almost a year in Australia in 1996 with no camera at all, then a fifty-dollar Kodak compact bought in Sydney and rarely carried. What little I shot, the humidity took — the film jammed and I exposed the same frame over and over without knowing. Sixty-five photographs survived that year. I have regretted it nearly every day since.
So I made myself a promise — never come home empty again. An SLR, years of slow learning on film, and then, in 2004, a camera bag stolen on the way home from Kenya; the insurance bought a second-hand three-megapixel body, and with it the whole digital half of this archive. These pages are that promise, kept country after country: the harbour light of Havana, the cloud sea above Pokhara, the neon hum of the Mother Road, the quiet dunes of home.