When a scene presents itself to me, some forms rise up as some forms sink down.
The names and meanings of things slip away, the inherent beauty and menace becomes unveiled.
It makes me aware of ice islands which spread away and drift. Then aspects and forms isolate one another, but also merge with nearby objects delicately. I feel its exclusive grace.
The images I capture fill me with a strangeness, wondering if I really was there; while at the same time serve as a record that I was, in fact, present.