these days

Before I made pictures, I made things out of words for a while. Around 1994, I reached a point where I realised I was making words about silence. Then it was time to stop doing that, and to do something else. It took some years to find that making pictures was a way of making wherein silence was less clearly so determined an asymptote.

A few days ago there was a heavy fog over East London. I took my D800 down to the Bow Ecological Park to spend some time with the slow cold drops on the empty branches, the reeds in the water.

Silence has a different quality in images than in words: there’s more room to play, in a picture, down there, near the beautiful silence, and still to be, to still have something to say, other than shhh…. listen, the snow falling in its silver bowl…

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