An Unfinished Space

There are images you pull from your camera all the time that strike you as rubbish. Digital garbage that you rarely hesitate to delete. But on occasion, with some, with this one, your sense of the image shifts. Unexpected connections, feelings, emerge that give you pause. Suddenly you find yourself in head-over-heels. You become the image’s captive. You become  a slave to its perfection. You struggle to express it with growing frustration. You break from it repeatedly, pacing in an effort to free yourself, hearing only the scraping of your slippers against the floor. You decide to leave it unfinished.

— February 28, 2026 —