Migration

I take digital photographs and sometimes feel like making interventions and edits to make them more personal to me in some way. 

They’ve become a form of psychological introspection that always seems to reveal what I didn’t even realise at the time of taking the photograph.

Because I needed to, I took steps to be completely alone and quiet. My attempts were successful. I found these fields, this mist and this silence. Dawn in January. 

Mission accomplished, now what. 

It took a long time to turn down the anxiety, the thoughts, the fears and scenes that I’d brought with me. 

After a while they didn’t matter as much. 

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