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 familiar creatures and corners the weight of myth. The world cannot be preserved but the moment, if properly recorded, can stay with us forever.

THE ONE WHO STAYED
THE ONE WHO STAYED
LATE FOR NOTHING
LATE FOR NOTHING
TAXI WON'T STOP
TAXI WON'T STOP
VOICES INSIDE
VOICES INSIDE
MUSIC UPSTAIRS
MUSIC UPSTAIRS
WORKS BETWEEN LINES
WORKS BETWEEN LINES
WIND PICKING UP
WIND PICKING UP
KITCHEN LIGHT ON
KITCHEN LIGHT ON
FIRST MEMORY OF JOY
FIRST MEMORY OF JOY
TALKS SOFT, HITS HARD
TALKS SOFT, HITS HARD
TRUST THE LIGHT
TRUST THE LIGHT
BETWEEN CHAPTERS
BETWEEN CHAPTERS
CONCRETE TASTES LIKE SALT
CONCRETE TASTES LIKE SALT
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