it seems that, perhaps, every two years or so, I amass a critical amount of
fragmented experience that words do not suffice to describe; you may recall,
for instance, 2014's
written some about the idea that photos are, perhaps, less of a capture of
an image, and more of an attempt at a captured feeling, and so maybe it
makes sense that when I don't have words to assign meaning to something, a
collection of images goes in their place.
the following set of images, then, is a window on my world; all shot from a
fleeting moment with my cell phone. they seem to join together for me in
asking the question, “what's in here, and what's out
… as if “in here”
were separate things at all, as if one could
be innately privileged over the other somehow.
they seem to ask more questions than I have answers.
please enjoy, for a split of an instant, a view into the moments and
feelings that make up me.