Notes on seeing.

Essays, mostly written in the evening, mostly about attention.

Musings · 2024 – 2026

The art of waiting

The best moments rarely announce themselves. On patience, attention, and the quiet reward of staying a little longer than everyone else.

Newest first

A roll of film teaches you what a memory card never will: that you only get thirty-six chances, and that most of them should be spent waiting.

A house remembers the afternoon by the square of light that crosses its wall, and so do we.

A cup, a flower, a cat in a doorway. You only need one of them to be looking back.

The long way round is not a detour. It is the only way that leaves anything in the day.