Migration

I take digital photographs and sometimes feel like making interventions and edits to make them more personal to me in some way. 

They’ve become a form of psychological introspection that always seems to reveal what I didn’t even realise at the time of taking the photograph.

Because I need to, I take steps to be completely alone and quiet. I found these fields, this mist and this silence.

Dawn in January. Parkland on a Summer evening.

Mission accomplished, now what. 

It took a long time to turn down the anxiety, the thoughts, the fears and scenes that I’d brought with me and after a while they didn’t matter as much.