"Along these tracks and pathways there's always light.
Sometimes a flood of artificial light that renders expressionless the figures that move within it.
A dog instinctively slips into the shadows.
But more often it's the light cast by the moon, or the light when day becomes night or night day.
She follows those figures, first at close proximity, and then a little further away, less sure, still she stays, and still she follows.
a reflection on my images by my dear Vanessa Winship. The whole essay will be included in my book Traces Within. I am deeply honored