Toes, Vero Beach, 2002
I’m out for a walk on the beach. My walk is slow, designed for stops at any moment, for further evoking, for examining, for re-looking. It’s like dancing, when you dance not for the demonstration of the steps or to keep the beat, but rather to exchange energy with your partner. In this kind of dance, it doesn’t matter if you move or not, as long as you’re connected. In the same way it doesn’t matter if I move down the beach at all. What matters is seeing with the camera. I allow myself to be led down the beach.
