i am reminded of blossoms, though these are blurry lights. i think of japanese gardens full of red petals blown by the wind. his far away stare into the distance could tell tales of genjii or some such. i don’t know why, but i want to capture him, his essence, the a priori… though it is the fleeting thing, the growing, the dream. and when i look at his pictures i find he has already moved on again from there. naturally.