The idea of starting this blog grew out of my relationship with photography since I moved to the Netherlands. From the moment I arrived here, photography stopped being just about producing images or improving my skills. It became a way of making peace with solitude. Walking through a new city, one whose language, rhythm, and distances were not mine, was an experience in itself. Photography didn’t sit at the center of these walks, it existed within them. Sometimes as a frame, sometimes simply as an act of looking. Photographing the streets was never about escaping loneliness, but about walking alongside it. The images I made during this time reflect exactly that a heightened attentiveness born out of not belonging. I don’t approach photography with ambition or urgency. I’m not chasing milestones or competing with myself. I see it more as a companion, quiet, unhurried, and often just present. Being a foreigner in a city is not easy. But over time, as you begin to recognize its streets, learn where it feels right to pause, and notice how the light shifts throughout the day, that sense of unfamiliarity starts to change. For me, photography was never about mastering the city, but about forming a relationship with it. Through that relationship, I began to feel a little less foreign. This blog exists for everything that doesn’t fit inside the frame, the thoughts, emotions, pauses, and walks. Notes on being on the road, on not belonging, and on slowly learning to feel at ease.

Where I’m Not From names neither a place nor a feeling.
It is written in the quiet attempt to find them.

The rest unfolds along the way.