For the first time this year I have a project. It is humbling how lost I felt without a direction in which to shoot.
It has always been my belief that if you can photograph a nightmare, a fool, a folly or anything that haunts you, if you can get it on paper, in silver, then you own it.
I do not know that it is true.
But you can believe something and know it is not true.
Because in the end belief is more important than the truth.
Climbing the walls. Fear makes one do strange things.
Ghosts do not sleep.
Bound by chance.
Relics. I cannot remember a time when I was not damaged.
Of 2 minds.
On the slab.