I feel something inside that urges me on to find a new depth to photography. It is not conscious yet, but I can think of musical equivilents, Uillean pipes, Aeolina harps, a tight drum beating out rhythms not quite repetetive but not quite random. Visual cues are mist, a sudden glance disappearing but leaving its imprint on the eye, corner-of-the-eye movement. The smell of cedarwood.
It’s a meditation and I hope to somehow find these photos and when I do I will be a hunter.
This is what I’m thinking, anyway.