I bumped into these moments, by accident, but with my eyes open.

Not always though, mostly on trips to see the world, when you can’t help but be inspired by the differences, the experience, the newness.

The light, and the subject, and the confrontation, the just being, there, in these weird fucking places.

There is no great concept or pose. Just some people moving through the world, some exotic fits of nature, some magic in the mundane.

This is a book of happenstance beauty.