Sometimes the time feels full of contradictions.
Half way through the year, the summer has hardly got started, yet here we already past the longest day.
Half way through the year and in the gap between finishing a job and starting a new one the time ahead feels richer, thicker, and full of possibility.
I hold the hope of things unfolding.
Switch on the news and waves of unspeakable, impossible, come rushing at you. Even as you try and hear the words of grace, forgiveness, the state of the world so often seems perilous, and dark.
Photography can seem like a foolish pursuit in times like this but then again each time I’ve had that thought a voice inside my head responds that it would be more foolish still to stop and that bending down to notice, to bear witness, to sing a song of praise however soft –
it makes some kind of difference, even though I know not what.