As time goes by I've become more and more interested in what's been left on the cutting room floor, than what's in the actual movie.

I'm attracted to life's discarded footage, where characters have not yet entered their scene, silently waiting for action to be called; or beautiful quiet moments cut out of the film in the name of pace. These moments give us unique opportunities to imagine what might have been, or may just be about to happen.

These are the overlooked or discarded in-between moments, and they are rich in what they don't say.

Sometimes photography has been like the futile act of filming dreams, all fuzzy and uncertain, sometimes like taking part in strange unconscious experiments, but mostly it's been a way to shut down the planning, plotting old commercial photographer in me, and letting a shy, suspicious man I didn't know very well, have his day in the sun.