Byways

Byways generate their own story. To walk within these borderlands is to be enticed, by fleeting moments of intrigue, points of intricacies, a shift in shadows, places suggesting more than is immediately seen, while being beckoned towards an uncertain end point. To wander here is to encounter an elaborate system of traps, locked gates, open roads, closed streets and silent spaces, drift and purposefulness intertwine, chronology is unhelpful, the journey endures, in the absence of people, when the traveller shows up everything comes into motion, new walls emerge and the path begins to bend, open ways turn impassable and hopelessly involved roads become clear and easily negotiated, distance and space seem capricious and procedures ambiguous, each glance is a mis-memory, confirmed by the ever shifting reality that is the photograph, it is a walk through the relentless and invisible.