I picked up my camera again.
I hadn’t touched it in years. Macro photography used to be one of my favorite ways to see — getting close, watching color dissolve into color. It felt familiar. Quiet.
I wasn’t trying to make anything. I was just looking.
When I pulled the images into my computer, this one lingered. I liked the lines. The way the cooler shadows gave way to warmer light.
So I opened it in Photoshop.
And, inevitably, I altered it.
I don’t seem to know how to leave an image alone.
The photograph shifted into something more abstract. Not resolved. Just different. A pause. A what now?
Photography feels intimate to me. It requires attention. It’s embodied. It’s quiet.
The digital space feels expansive. It’s exploratory. It’s open-ended.
Somewhere between the two, this series unfolded.
