I was thinking about accretion, I am always thinking about accretion. I had been taking a lot of journeys that I knew would ineluctably cease and the end game had inescapably began when I took the walks between Euston and Kings Cross. Rather than recording with elements of sequential frames at 30 per second, I decided to concentrate everything into a single frame and proceed.
Despite those journeys being throughout the year, all of my thoughts of them, all of my memories are of wintry landscapes, bare bones.
