A new lens, bought on a 2 AM impulse, pulls my camera away from mushrooms and birds toward people and places. On a cold, drizzly night walk, I find Barthes’ unexpected punctum hiding in my photos, and photography slowly becomes a mirror for how I keep people at a distance.
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In the Gaze of the Unknown
A figure stands on the edge of awakening, beneath the watchful eyes of shadow and self, drawn toward the lone flame of gnosis in the upper window.