A personal photo journal. One camera, black and white, whatever light there was.
The camera
Every frame here is made on a Ricoh GR IV — a 28mm lens and an APS-C sensor in a body that fits in a coat pocket. No lens to change, no bag to carry. You either have it on you or you don't, and I try to have it on me.
How it's organized
The photographs aren't sorted by place or by date. They're grouped by register — a feeling, or a way of looking. A capsule holds frames that rhyme: the still ones together, the geometric ones together, the ones about power together. Two photographs shot a month apart in different cities can belong to the same capsule if they hum at the same frequency.
The dates under each capsule tell you when the frames were caught, not what they're about. As the archive grows, the capsules get re-cut — a register splits, or two collapse into one. The sequence is a hang, not a timeline.
The making
Black and white is the whole vocabulary — a choice, not a filter. Available light, minimal editing, no staging. The point is to notice, not to arrange.