About the work

The balloon came over the ridge just as he was thinking he had misjudged the light. He had been there an hour, tripod set, waiting for something, anything, to happen, to justify the early start. He was about to pack up. Then, like a prayer answered, or a scene from a dream, this impossible red orb. He only had his phone. He took the shot. What he didn't capture, couldn't, was the sudden, immense silence that fell once the burners cut out, leaving only the wind, and the slowly deflating skin of the craft.