Untitled (Meadow, dusk)

There is a field at the edge of town I walked every evening for a season. Nothing happens there. That was the point — I wanted a place ordinary enough that the only event was the light leaving it, and a figure small enough to be almost weather.

I shot on a plate camera because it makes you wait. By the time the exposure is set, the dusk has moved; you learn to expose for the minute that hasn't arrived. This frame is the one evening the grass held still.

The print is silver gelatin, made by hand and toned warm so the shadows keep a little of the day. It is an edition of ten; three are spoken for. Each is signed, stamped and numbered on the verso.