October

Jacob is fifteen.

The sun hides
& my heart skips & scatters,
every few beat lost to another rhythm;
sanguine, melancholic.
October speaks in muted words
of impending twilights
smothering.

October invades and overwhelms
in silence
—anaesthetic.


Shot with the X-T3 and XF 35mm f/1.4 R


Wildlings P7

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Shot with the X100F


Wildlings P6

Family trips, camping—stories built on unending stretches of road, mornings too damp and ravenous, back pains...all soon forgotten, replaced by perfect memories of trails and mountains tops.

We’ll have some twenty hours of highway dust in our lungs when all is said and done.
Dust and an eyeful of whales and bears;
of seals, penguins and porcupines.


Shot with the X100F


Summer Stills

And yet the world still turns. Small joys still come to those of us fortunate enough to accept them. Small joys and small luxuries—to be carefree and dancing.

Summer’s here.


Shot with the X-Pro2 and XF 56mm f/1.2 R


Cocoon

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We wake up to cancelled flights and school closures. To kids sleeping in, unaware for now. But we’ve averted the promised snow—instead we’re locked under a thin layer of ice.

Like so many translucent shells.
Like so many cocoons.


Shot with the X100F