I had thought that with the weather as it was I would find some light that compelled me, lots of pretty shots, but nothing that developed a narrative – just spectacle. It is the quietude that these images are missing, I think they are too excited about the change in their circumstances, too wrapped in their own energy to reveal anything to me.
And then I found this:
I’m not sure about the narrative, I’ll come back to it later.
Pleasant, but still no cigar, so I’ll leave it as an enigma on my part, something strikes me about the original image, and I don’t know what it is. The rest are there for no real reason, more pleasantness perhaps.