.. the ball. the chord. the boards. the wall. i'm discovering the experience of taking photos, can often not be about the photo at all. rather, its meaning lies in the meeting. that you might bump into an image, or a collection of images, in a combination that might possibly have never been seen before. or, that, when given a frame these combinations can compel fresh desires of how the world shapes itself, in every moment. moving. or still. i had a few frames left on a roll the day i took both these "photos". a pigeon stuck in a shop window, and a basketball orbited by an extension chord. i was not going to be precious with my film for the sake of such moments to be sacrificed for mortal nostalgia...and then forgotten like dreams an hour after waking.