The “skinny on stone” collection tilts the lens at just the right angle to get a glimpse of the ephemeral. Brief as a blush, a shadow cast at a particular moment, in a particular light is as fleeting as it is unique.

“Above the tree I sometimes throw a fistful of stars, hang a crescent moon, but for my moon and stars [he] does not pause; he paces on into the dark, and then is gone.” Niall Williams [History of the Rain]