Fleeting moments in time in other people’s lives this week. Moments that should have disappeared into the ether had I not been there to capture them. And this photographic evidence that I present before you now exists unbeknownst to the subjects themselves. Photography for me always feels like the dark arts. It achieves something unnatural. It creates permanence to something that should be temporary. These moments shouldn’t have survived but now here they are, before our very eyes. They have achieved Immortality in a world of transience. Is that a good thing? Difficult to say…
