“this is not about faith. this is about the leap. this is about photography as much as it’s about a piece of driftwood being the same shape as a wing. about shadow animals and birds that blind. about indifferent light.
This is about streaming upward. about bending down and holding on to the dirt. about interconnection. about hoof drawn earth. this is about the eyes at the end of the road. about the still. about the moths in the locked house, the life left in pictures.”