Where We Almost Were II

A shadow follows—not menacing, not defined, but present. Sometimes, it is only a darker shape behind a tree. Sometimes it feels like the source of the image itself. The camera does not cast the shadow, but into the photograph—a presence watching the watcher. Is it the photographer? A trace of self? Or the echo of every unseen passerby who walked this path and vanished?

This series touches what philosopher Maurice Merleau-Ponty once called “the visible seeping into the invisible.” We are not meant to know these figures. We are meant to feel their almost-ness—their transitory dance between time, light, and perception. “Where We Almost Were” is not a place, but a frequency, a blur we recognize in our peripheral soul.