Touch to connect, reflect upon the wilful solidity of objects.
Discover the spanable distance between imagined and actually feeling it.
Forget the hands’ extremities, use your cheeks, forehead, any concavity.
Become alert to fingertip feedback bestowed upon all the senses.
Commune and attune, let conversations in a lost vernacular resume.
Feel and then feel what it is to be felt.
Millenia alone, ignored, observing. Your caress an epiphany or understanding.
Everything with a tale for the telling, touching, feeling, compelling.
Years attempting an intimacy, when one touch could bond infinitely.
 The last touch is only significant if we realise it.
Cornwall, 2011. Contax T3
Cornwall, 2013. Contax T3
Bristol Airport, 2017. Nikon f80
Cornwall, 2014. Nikon f80
Cornwall, 2012. Nikon fm2
Cornwall, 2015. Nikon f80
Cornwall, 2013. Zeiss Ikon Nettar
Cornwall, 2014. Nikon fm2
Cornwall, 2011. Yashica Mat 124G
Cornwall, 2011. Nikon fm2
We rely on our sense of touch so much that we underappreciate it in favor of our other 4 senses. Yet my father knew a blind woman who worked as a bank teller who could tell different bank notes from each other just via touch alone. That was new to me when he told me about her.