Some things navigate by instinct alone — no map, no destination, just the read of air and weather and the particular quality of light between storm fronts.
 
Kite catches a red kite in a single unguarded moment, suspended between layers of cloud in a sky that can't decide what it wants to be. Shot in the Cotswolds, the image sits at the edge of the observable — present enough to hold, distant enough to wonder about.
 
Available as an archive giclée print on 340gsm etching rag, in A2 and A3. Unframed, supplied flat.
 
Printed to archival standards. Open edition.