Carried Quietly

Like any good project, this has come to me retrospectively, and these photos are more personal than conceptual. She was showing me her home, even if we never said it like that. After some time on the road, it became apparent to me that I was learning about her through the land that held her as a child. Even the new places felt like part of her.

I brought my camera, hoping it would help me make sense of what I was seeing. I didn’t feel like I was capturing anything; I was just following something I didn’t fully understand. I was starting to see what it means to belong to a place, to engage and interact with it, not just watch it. The land felt alive in a way I hadn’t expected. Like it was holding memory, not just space. It made me realise that land isn’t separate from us and carries knowledge, story, and connection. I began to understand that the feeling wasn’t new. It was just new to me.

These photographs aren’t about landscape in the usual way. They’re about standing beside someone and knowing there are parts of them you can never fully reach, about moving through a world that shaped them, and learning that sometimes presence is all you can offer.