Vankleek Hill / 2013
When I stood there composing my shot, I stopped, dropped the camera to my side and waited for something to emerge from that shallow horizon.
- A group of 30 people dressed in white. Uncoordinated. Confused. Back home from an unprecedented voyage through the stars.
- A wolf at first, and then his pack. Dangerous. Beautiful.
- The immense bow of a ship, then the mast. Courtesy of the Bermuda Triangle.
To me, as much as this is a photograph of a fog swept field, it’s also a portrait of that space between an unvarying but necessary lucidity, and the vast expanse of our imagination. Between the finite and infinite.
The smaller that space is, the better. For me anyway.