How literal do I want my photography to be?
What motivates me when I combine a few things in one shot? Am I forcing them to merge or discover what has already been glued together by an invisible yet permanent bond that cannot be undone?
Where is this all located? In my head?!
Location, local, lock...
A place with a definition, with history... I walk among the ghosts of buildings that have become disconnected from their purposeful existence: no more memories to be made here, which, in some cases, is undoubtedly for the best.
Brick.
What I am looking for is an entrance...
Finding bricks and shadows instead, in every location I visit here.
And, occasionally, grass.
