I have stopped asking the image to mean. It is enough that the light arrived, and that I was still enough to receive it.

Attention is a slow form of love. Most days I am simply learning to stay.

A room is never empty. It is only waiting to be looked at without expectation.

The shutter is a small confession. I admit, here, that I was present.

I am no longer chasing the photograph. I am letting it pass through, and keeping what remains.