FILM · 35MM
Twelve frames of a wet morning
A whole roll spent on one street corner in the rain, on the theory that patience is cheaper than travel.
The theory was that if I stood still long enough on an ordinary corner, something would arrange itself. Twelve frames later, something had — twice.
The rest are a useful record of how long it takes me to stop fidgeting with the camera and start looking. About seven frames, apparently.
FILED UNDERPhotography, on film