I am selecting imagery from my archive that are obscure, random, and ones I would have liked to see in the future, unconnected photographs to any projects I was doing at the time they were taking. Photographic images are fragmented poetic moments of life, obscura of the past, and the pleasure of imagery itself, the wonder of life which raises that proverbial question ‘What is life’. My photographs may still have real time memories as I write this, but the space I am working on is that within them, there is a distance, they are not from any complete story or project, and some are obscure, creating a weightlessness that permeates past obscurity imagery. I want the looker to be more focused on the images in greater details, to wonder, to question, and to enjoy. As a privileged image taker, I believe that it is of the upmost importance that for any camera operator, that has the privilege to photograph life, that they do so, as much as they can, as faithfully to the moment of time they have chosen to record. When real time memory has gone, photographic imagery is questionable, enjoyed, studied, loved, hated. Photography I believe is a blessing that we haven't learnt yet to its full extent, it has a fluidity, that never stops and we are but a fragment.