TRACES OF US
There’s a strange knowing in not knowing. That’s one of the first things the lens taught me.
We pass people all day without really seeing them. The lens won’t let you do that.
It narrows everything—until a stranger becomes the most important thing in the frame.
And in that stillness, the not-knowing opens up. A whole story you’ll never be told, but still feel some part of.
Maybe that’s the point.
I don’t pretend to understand them. I just try to stay quiet. Try to be invisible. Try not to look away.
