The Shape of Waiting

I have always been drawn to photographs that appear to be waiting.

An empty bench. A road or wharf continuing beyond the confidence of the foreground. A branch held in water after the rest of the tree has gone. These aren’t empty landscapes to me. They contain the pressure of an arrival that may or may not happen.

Photography lets me remain with that uncertainty without resolving it.

The camera asks for attention rather than explanation. It doesn’t require the landscape to become a metaphor, although sometimes one forms anyway. It asks only that I stand still long enough to notice where the light is gathering and what the frame refuses to include.

This small sequence is about the distance between looking outward and recognising something within the view.