Hello.
I go out with a camera. No talking. Soft music. Early streets, quiet paths, churches, lighthouses, still water. A ferry. A train. A bench. The places are real. I go there. I film. I choose the frames.
The films keep the hour. That is the work.
This journal keeps a little of what does not fit in the cut: the light, the date, one still, a few sentences. People who want more words can come here. Everyone else can stay on YouTube.
I wanted a slow space that did not ask for more than the hour. That is why Soft Still Drift exists.
