proof copy sent to print, hoping to have it back by xmas.
what was to be a larger/more strictly edited series has been cut short by my camera giving out on me. unless i replace the 10-year-old digital body with one of equal decrepitude second-hand i have no way to maintain the point of view i was exploring, so these 14 images are cut adrift, interrupted. which i guess is apt.
in the wake of two close bereavements i found myself adrift, chasing a glimmer of light that seemed to show the only way forward. my world cramped and confined by anxiety and isolation, i tried to capture every flash of that light when and where i momentarily found it. i nearly blinded myself looking for its source in the sun but was left with cast highlights and shadows, apparitions, hints of a life beyond my four walls.