My name is Martin. I’m a photographer and writer. Still, I’m nothing but a notekeeper for stories untold. I drink too much coffee, eat fish from a can, and appreciate solitude but fear death. I’ve performed in crowded venues and before empty seats, stumbled through mistakes and friendships, and sold art to a man I never met.

These are the Shearwater Chronicles. Notes and essays from my creaky chair on the Island of Majorca. Like a restless daydreamer carving his mark to let God know we exist. The one who has a dog but no secrets - and has never told a lie.

I love and appreciate whenever you stop by to say hi, read, clap, or follow, and I promise to answer all your DM's and comments - even kiss you on the cheek if we ever meet.

My work, including contact information, is available at: WAERN.one

And you are more than welcome to join me on Instagram: @martin.waern