It has been said that the essence of photography is death. Slicing and cutting the world with the camera’s frame, you kill all the possibilities that exist in motion. A picture, then, seems to hang as a dead, lifeless thing. The implication is that photography is in some way like grave robbing, collecting the corpses of dead moments, attempting to preserve ephemerality through mummification.

What this misses is that one moment might be frozen, but each photograph implies an infinite number of possibilities that spin off just after the aperture clicks shut. A photograph is a world of speculation in which new, living moments can be hypothesized into mental existence. Photography is possibility mining. Rather than being constrictive, a photograph invites the viewer to imagine what comes next, where the photographer was, what he was thinking, where he is planning to go. In some ways, what happens after is more important to the meaning of a photograph than what is captured on film.