Field notes
The first time I lay flat on cold granite at 2 a.m. waiting for the Milky Way to swing into position, I understood something I had been getting wrong about photography. The camera was not the point. The waiting was the point.
This journal will eventually hold the stories behind the photographs — where I was, what the air felt like, what almost went wrong, what made me press the shutter. For now, this entry is a placeholder. The real ones will come from Kenny himself.
— Kenny