№ 199 · Georgia · 8 September 2026
Dry Bridge Market Tbilisi: Soviet Relics in Morning Light
Coffee poured by a stranger, Soviet medals on a blanket, autumn light at Tbilisi's Dry Bridge flea market. A slow morning, no agenda.
Read the entryI photograph slow mornings, long light, and the places in between.
№ 200 · Georgia · 9 September 2026, 2:58 pm
A steamed-up window, a beer, and dumplings eaten by hand at an old-school Tbilisi spot with no menu. This is what a quiet night in Georgia tastes like
Read the entry№ 199 · Georgia · 8 September 2026
Coffee poured by a stranger, Soviet medals on a blanket, autumn light at Tbilisi's Dry Bridge flea market. A slow morning, no agenda.
Read the entry№ 198 · Georgia · 7 September 2026
7:36am in Tbilisi, watching a baker slap dough onto clay oven walls. Heat, flour, repetition, and bread still too hot to hold.
Read the entry№ 197 · Georgia · 6 September 2026
No people, just lamplight and wooden balconies stacked above the Mtkvari. Old Tbilisi at dusk, seen slow, shot on film.
Read the entry№ 196 · Georgia · 5 September 2026
A long table in Tbilisi, a horn of wine, a room that sings in three parts at once. Notes from a Georgian supra, told slow.
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№ 194 · Georgia · 3 September 2026
Midday at Tbilisi's Dry Bridge flea market: Soviet medals, cracked porcelain, old cameras, and a seller who'd rather read the news than sell.
Read the entry№ 193 · Georgia · 2 September 2026
Early light on Tbilisi's carved wooden balconies, a cat on every sill, and streets that lean in a little closer than they should.
Read the entry№ 192 · Georgia · 1 September 2026
Steam rising off brick domes in Abanotubani, Narikala fortress above. A quiet morning in Tbilisi's old bathhouse district, no rush, just heat and ston
Read the entry№ 191 · Turkey · 29 August 2026
A clay pot cracked open at a cave restaurant in Cappadocia, steam and lamb and woodsmoke at 19:11. This is what slow dinner looks like here.
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№ 189 · Turkey · 27 August 2026
Cappadocia at 18:15, the fairy chimneys turning amber, no crowds, just shadow and tufa stone. This is what slow travel looks like here.
Read the entry"I travel slowly, shoot on film, and write down what the light was doing. This journal is where the frames land, two a day, wherever I happen to wake up."
Sofia Costa · film photographer · permanently in transit
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