I am the photographer, but also the intruder. The one who records what history never saw—but maybe should have.
The Time Traveler’s Diary documents imagined moments in history through the lens of a wandering observer: myself. Whether photographing the Wright brothers’ first flight, witnessing the Titanic’s final moments, or capturing Dalí painting with a melting camera, I am simultaneously protagonist, witness, and paradox.
Each image stands alone, yet collectively they form a visual diary — equal parts absurd, nostalgic, and reflective. Through these interventions, I ask: What would we remember differently if I had been there?
Tap any image to enter its moment in time.
Photographing Leo - I captured the painter as he painted her, but she wasn’t smiling for either of us. She was yawning.
Place de la Révolution, Paris - History cuts deep. I was there for the breath before the blade.
Ceci n'est pas toi! - He painted mystery. I reflected it — and blocked the apple, too.
The Cubist Photographer - He distorted the world. I arrived with my lens to catch it mid-reconstruction.
The Persistence of Melting - He painted melting clocks. Mine was actually melting.
Kitty Hawk, 1903 - A man from the future kneels at the dawn of flight.
North Atlantic, 1912 - She waved goodbye. I was too busy adjusting focus.
Lakehurst, 1937 - I pressed the shutter just before it burst. A perfect shot — if you ignore the fire.