invisible birds (forthcoming)

eugène atget

josef sudek

henry fox talbot

richard long

as if you were the voice that moves up and down the rungs of the world, between earth and sky, never beyond, always in the infinite globe, free but inside it, over there, close at hand, where the silver branches fork, awaiting nothing, fleeing nothing, traveller whom a second's joy, for no reason at all, steals from the journey's movement and leaves perched, at a halt...

from landscapes with absent figures translated by mark treharne