Scouring through my black and white negatives from the last 16 months or so I found these images, which I had neglected first time around. I am getting to understand better what moves me in a photograph. I don't want to know the whole story. There has to be something left out, left to the imagination, hinted at, half hidden and half shown.
I could tell you how I came to capture these images but the information would be irrelevant, mundane. You don't need to know. Better make up your own narrative, or just leave the unanswered questions open, and let your imagination roam.