This series of five photos explore the potency of a moment. Their muted colour palette and subjects suggest to me, a suspension of time, like the instance before a tiger pounces for its prey. They are a brief second on an ever-unfolding timeline. I hold my breath.
The photos hide stories. I wonder about the events leading up to this particular moment in time and the fallout from that moment. I want to peek around the frame to see the bigger picture or the back scenes picture. What next?
What will the group of gathered and headless communion dresses do next, as they mill around in the street?
A story has suspense, surprise and dénouement. A chance encounter, a happy accident, a twist of plot. The stories in these images have, I expect, an unintended outcome. What if?
The movement of the water, as it swirls and crests over the ferry window, engenders my conflicted emotions as I make the ocean crossing from Tangiers.
A story has characters, and characters have stories. How can I capture their essence? I empathize, I write their journals. I observe and wonder about their motivations. I prefer an un-posed shot when the subject and myself are caught off guard.
The haunting gaze of the girl in the wagon reminds me that life is transitory, and childhood a mystery.
I create a presence or a person when no one is there. My favourite framing is a close- up. I want to zoom in and dissect. Who’s there?
The hair on the back of my neck rises. Who is staring down the eerie line of trees and what are they thinking?
Even a peaceful scene is suspiciously quiet and tranquil. I brace myself for a surprise. Either a slow seep of ominous understanding…
…or a sudden watery eruption from the memories of the pond’s deepest pools