West of Noon

BETWEEN THE PIN OF THE PHOTOGRAPH AND THE PULL OF THE SHADOWS, WE FIND OURSELVES. I don’t photograph extraordinary things. I make portraits of ordinary things that refuse to leave me alone: a dog asleep in afternoon light, a woman holding a wine glass, empty stools after lunch, a wall transformed by shadow. Paying attention is my currency of gratitude. West of Noon is built from lingering shadows: impossible delays of light and dark that briefly give ordinary creatures and corners the weight of myth. The world cannot be preserved but the moment, if properly recorded, can stay with us forever.