In another lifetime I’d lose myself to the landscape. Abandon all senses to just breathe in with the wind and out through the grass. I guess this is what they meant with the sublime.

This role of film feels distant and fleshy. It sat in plastic at the bottom of a drawer for 18 months. I had completely forgotten its content and context by the time it was developed.

Reviewing the photos, I feel that bittersweet residue sticky with nostalgia and disappointment.