THE WORK · FOUR CHAPTERS

Galleries.

One way of looking, divided four ways: the margin, the face, the road, the land. The lines between them are loose, and meant to be.

Hawa Mahal facade lit honey by afternoon sun.
№ 0126.92N · 75.82E

The Lay of the Land

Each of these is the establishing shot of a story that never starts: the city laid out, the coast in place, the light arranged, and no plot arriving to use them.

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Two women in conversation on a misty blue jetty, early light.
№ 0216.84N · 96.17E

At the Margin

Every ordinary second forks into a thousand that go unrecorded, and the street spends them all at once. Each of these frames kept one.

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Street-food vendor in front of a tray of meat with a weary, direct gaze.
№ 0339.47N · 75.99E

Face Value

The camera looks at a face and the face looks back, so every portrait here is really two, made in the same instant; only one of them survives.

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Rounded grassy hills receding ridge behind ridge into pale blue morning haze.
№ 0422.95N · 96.93E

Open Road

Every journey is really about the space between places, the long hours when a country slides past the window and you belong nowhere in particular.

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