Not Quite a Memory

There are images I make that feel like memories.
Maybe it’s the way the light wraps.
Maybe it’s the nostalgia that doesn’t point to anything specific.

I like to chase feeling.
I want an image to speak, not explain.

The soft warmth of a fading sun. Gentle,
powerful in its stillness.
It feels like a memory I never lived, but somehow still miss.

There’s this thread of nostalgia,
a longing that finds its way into many of my favorite photographs,
mine or someone else's.

I don’t always know what an image means when I make it.
But I do know when it feels right.