He knew so much about the day that he would die except the date. A sort of time projected into single frames of overlapping thoughts, like a forward edit of everything from before, but without a final choice. Looking back through personal photographs we sometimes come across an image which suggests a universal theme - beyond just the moment of the picture - a collection of visual ingredients, lyrical or metaphorical ideas, which can resonate, unfiltered, with childhood or love, adolescence, innocence, experience or even death. Previous pictures create a narrative in monochrome and colour, a composite collection, linked by coincidence, portrays a life we cannot possibly 'forsee'..Landscape and seasons suggest a sense of journey through a skeleton of disparate time, that arbitrary division of day and night made savage, of exquisite, through the visible light. ( On the second anniversary of diagnosis for prostate Cancer )

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