A snap of a father’s day card my kids sent me recently. I’m in the middle :-)

Some of the most meaningful photos we keep, come from apparently inconsequential, unplanned, quite ‘ordinary’ moments. Perhaps this is why they can be so special.

The work here takes the form of provisional wayfaring essays that arise from photography, my kitchen garden, and learning how to care for a loved one living with Alzheimer's.

The idea being promoted is to live life wayfaring rather than way-finding. Wayfinding treats a life as a plotted course toward a known end; wayfaring treats it as an ongoing entanglement with what you meet, with no predetermined destination.

I borrow this distinction from Tim Ingold. Thoughts stay provisional in the same spirit, following Isabelle Stengers' caution against rushed certainty.

Simone Weil wrote about a special kind of love she called attention.

Iris Murdoch, in sympathy with Weil, defined it as "a just and loving gaze directed upon an individual reality." For Murdoch, attention is moral work: by the time you're choosing how to act, the moral work has mostly already been done, in how you have been seeing a situation and the people in it.

That's the practice I'm trying to keep — in the kitchen-garden, behind the camera, and at my partner's side.