Shallow water; light through leaves throws sparks. Slow the shutter, hold the camera still, discover nature’s mark-making. Specular highlights come and go, tracing hydrological flow across the sensor. Our own memories, perpetually rewritten, prompt me to consider how these moments can be represented. Photography is a process of exclusion: here I ask What else can I take away? Selection, contrast and reversal provoke reassessment of subject, figure and ground. All that remains is the light, tracing the ways taken by the water. A memory. A memory of water.
In some parts water is but a memory.