Where We Almost Were V

A figure appears, not as a subject but as a flicker—here and gone, like a skipped heartbeat. Trees loom, and light smears across the path like wind reshaping time. This isn’t merely photography. It’s a quantum act of seeing: observer and observed collapse into the same wave. The image is both and neither.

Roland Barthes once described photography as “the return of the dead.” But in these images, no one returns. They were never quite here. Instead, the series proposes a more haunting idea: that we, too, are like ghosts, always nearly arriving, always almost becoming. Still making our meaningful marks by living fully. Touching, loving, caring. These are not photographs of people. They are photographs of presences passing through light.