Stories on the sidelines
They are stories encountered in passing. The place mattered little. What drew my attention was their secret.
Their characters go unnoticed. I do not know what they are waiting for or who they are. They turn their backs on me, hide behind a pane of glass, remain discreet. They stay at the edge of the scene. They are stories on the margins.
(The images that make up this series were taken over the years and later brought together under a shared intuition.)








