I MOVE THROUGH THE WORLD WITH A CAMERA THE SAME WAY I MOVE THROUGH SENTENCES: SLOWLY, AWARE OF THE GAPS, DRAWN TO WHATEVER DRIFTS BEYOND THE USUAL FIELD OF ATTENTION. I PHOTOGRAPH WHAT LINGERS AT THE EDGES — THE ANONYMITY OF CROWDS, THE SOLITUDE OF LATE AFTERNOONS, THE QUIET GESTURES THAT TRY TO DISAPPEAR.

THERE IS NO THEME HERE, NO LESSON. ONLY THE SMALL MOVEMENTS OF A LIFE: THE MORNING TRAIN, THE WEIGHT OF A BOOK IN MY BACKPACK, THE SILENCE AFTER SOMEONE LEAVES, THE WAY LIGHT FALLS ON A PASSING SILHOUETTE.

THE IMAGES COME FIRST SOMETIMES; OTHER TIMES THE WORDS DO — NOTES, FRAGMENTS, MICRO ESSAYS SHAPED BY THE SAME STILLNESS. I TRY TO STAY CLOSE TO THE EVERYDAY, TO THE THINGS THAT PASS UNNOTICED, BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE MEANING HIDES: IN THE SMALL THINGS THAT STAY WHEN EVERYTHING ELSE MOVES ON.