I like blur in the photographs I make. I like capturing motion. Nothing stands still; everything moves. Some things just move more slowly than others but nothing is immune from motion. No matter how big, no matter how small, no matter how tangible, no matter how ethereal. Even time moves on relentlessly.
And is there anything more agitated than mind?
Imagination perhaps? I mean, why not? All the imaginings of the impossibilities.
Maybe, just maybe because in all the infinities lie all the possibilities, all the imaginings.
Like a little mermaid, bathing in the shallows at dusk.