I think I like the accidents better than the intentional photographs. As if my subconscious is trying to communicate with me. This appears to have almost nothing to say, though the word “delete” is troubling. Maybe that’s the message. It reminds me of Mies van der Rohe’s “Less is more.” In fact, less becomes so much more that words seem unable to capture it. Flowers are easy by comparison, and family snapshots, and pictures of walls and buildings. But remove the flowers and the family members. Remove everything down to the background, and then the background itself with all or most of the details, and then tell me what’s left. If you say nothing, then you’ve missed the point.