There is more to a landscape – or a life – than the sum of its pieces. So maybe acceptance is not the only way to relate.
More and more it occurs to me that what really matters is our involvement with the place, or the person. And hence, what I am talking about here is not the place, but my encounters with it.
Each picture not only tells the story of such an encounter, but in turn offers the viewer an opportunity for other encounters.
I am not suggesting that there is meaning here, merely an attempt of mutual understanding.
By capturing these moments of dialogue, do we try to capture time itself, be it in its vague state of chaotic flow,
be it in the solid state of a rock face hourglass?