the fog would roll, the light would retreat, and somehow the eyes would always follow
matt
the watcher and I rode the light of folk tales for eighty days
what is often dismantled at the close of day is quietly rebuilt in parallel at sunrise
although always present, the constant battle of agitation, frustration, and self-doubt could only be captured in fractured light
this is the start of a new 35mm series...
bryce and talley were kind enough to let me set up a shoot at the martlett.
great guys, and a top-shelf shop. give them a look if you find yourself down that way.