I generally walk about 16 kilometers on a good day; fast, serious walks, walks down city streets and country paths, through industrial parks and national parks, walks that are the genesis for this series of assembled photographic images exploring the connection of the physical activity of walking to the potential for thoughtful observation that walking allows. It is such a simple act, so innate that we often do it unconsciously, so unhurried that the mind and the eyes are free to observe the complex worlds strung out like laundry along our line of travel — the spectacular and the ordinary, the disheartening and the beautiful — worlds that intermingle in unexpected ways.

These are my observations collected while in motion, camera held at arm’s length, capturing in slow motion my forward momentum, my bodily rhythm, my sideways glances of random visual discoveries along the path. With both the photographer and the camera in motion, the resulting images from each walk are a seemingly mad collection of chance compositions, often blurred, occasionally with pinpoints of clarity but always imbued with the passing of time and a sense of direction as I walk down a path.