It was an ordinary spring this year. A little cold, a little rainy, late. But in general nothing unusual, spring as spring. What will be remembered of this spring? Nothing specific seems to stay. Some fuzzy memories of walks, rides, sunsets, trees and the moon.
This series is shot almost entirely out of focus. It's an attempt to figure out what the memories will look like when the details are erased. When places, coordinates and times are washed away and only pure impressions remain. Impressions of spring.