Selected photographs

"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world — that night alive with signs and stars, finding it so much like myself." — Albert Camus

The world does not explain itself. It simply exists — sheep on a trail, clouds passing over people who don't notice, a galaxy indifferent to the two hours spent waiting for it. There is no meaning being offered here. Only the quiet fact of things being exactly as they are, caught for a moment before they move on.