The Imaginary Birds
Spring, 2019. As I was photographing the man playing with the birds on the Santa Monica pier, I had remembering my daughter staring at an bird through the glass at the hotel a few years ago. I wondered how pleasants it would be if the bird at that time was one of these, then I imagined the bird tracing its way through the places I had been from that day to this day. Surely the future was there then.