What intrigues me about long exposures in black and white photography is the way inanimate objects can seemingly come to life. It’s as if they had a soul… and when I see this I wonder if they did, what would we say to them? What would they say to us? Would we ignore each other like a bad date after a one night stand or is it something more open/intimate where a blanket is curled into, coffee is poured, and we see something quite unique and unexpected.
It’s this pouring that draws me in. Whether from a feeling of solitude when in a crowded place, or conversely, from a strong sense of vibrant energy when alone on a coastal shoreline, it’s this feeling that intrigues me and I find myself looking for it, again and again. I am not entirely certain what it is that brings this feeling to the surface. Only that I recognize its presence and try to include something of this in the photographs I take.