

The Last Bus Home
It had rained all evening and the street had turned into a mirror. I let three buses pass before the red one came through the light just right.
From rain on the fjord to quiet days in the studio, newest first.


It had rained all evening and the street had turned into a mirror. I let three buses pass before the red one came through the light just right.


One grey backdrop, one window and a jacket borrowed from the rail. We kept shooting until the pose stopped looking like a pose.


I let the gap grow until Luca was small against the ridge, which is exactly how the mountains felt that morning.


I was sure the light meter had failed, so the roll sat in a drawer for a month. Now I develop everything, every time.


Juno ran circles around me for an hour. She came straight at the lens for eleven seconds, and I used every one.


The cloud split at the top of Preikestolen for about a minute. I wound on twice, and then it closed for the rest of the day.