Paris is like life, it it what you want it to be. She presents scenes to you, scenes which have no meaning until you give one to them. Presented with ambiguity you have to reach into yourself to create a meaning and that meaning comes from who you are. I believe it is this process of connecting meanings to what we see that creates a deep emotional attachment to this city, Paris. It is this that draws each visitor to a different part of Paris, a kind of auto-seduction. As I walk the city with my camera I am not looking for images, I am waiting for them to call out to me, for something familiar to appear. When it does it is as if I am photographing a memory that I never had until this moment.
It's mid-day in Paris and snow is still falling although it will stop in a few moments. A person is standing on Pont des Arts, very still. Is it a man or a woman? Happy or sad? I think it is a woman. I think she has been here for a long time, there are no footprints in the fresh snow around her. Was she here long ago with her lover placing a padlock on the iron grill as a sign of everlasting fidelity or just someone out for a stroll? Her left foot wants to leave, her right foot wants to stay. Could you say, if I didn't tell you, when this picture was taken? 2009? 1950? 1890?
My imaginings about this scene are my own but I will say that I am never alone in them. What does this scene say to you?