Silhouetted leafless tree with four birds perched on its branches and one bird flying above, set against a hazy sunrise or sunset in a grassy field with distant trees.
A white statue of a woman covering her face with her hands, surrounded by red roses and set against a cloudy sky.
A small human-like figure made of white material lying on brown sandy ground surrounded by dried brown leaves.

These are the stories behind some of the photographs.

The moments, the thinking, the context that shaped them.

Not every piece has one. These are the ones that do.

I was staying with a friend in West Virginia. The day before I arrived, he mowed the lawn around a dead tree standing alone in his field. When I first saw it, close to noon, something stopped me, but I knew it wasn't the moment. Full Story

I go to cemeteries often. Not out of fear or unease, but because of the silence, and a kind of isolation that feels like peace rather than loneliness. On one of those visits, at the Cementerio General in San José, I found this. A stone figure burying her face in her hands, red roses blooming in front of her, a sky heavy with an approaching storm. Full Story

I found this on Tivives Beach, on the dark volcanic sand. A small plastic doll, headless, with a couple of dried leaves nearby that looked almost like they were keeping her company. Most of the time, when I photograph something, I don't think much about what it means until later. This was one of the few times I understood it while I was still standing there. Full Story