Clouds gather around a buried sun until the sky itself turns to old, discoloured film.

By a white window a dark figure loses its edges, half-erased by the light it faces.

Two men stand before a wall of projected brightness, as if waiting to be admitted into the image.

A face surfaces briefly from a black room, lit by something too small to save it.

A woman crosses a vignetted park, camera in hand, hunting pictures inside the picture.

An avenue of heavy trees, and one distant walker held at the exact point of disappearing.

Through a dark aperture: river, roofs, and car park under a sky of managed grey.

A sleeping face laid sideways in the leaves, letterboxed like evidence from another film.

Two figures confer on a bench while daylight overexposes the world around their conversation.

Terraced houses seen at dusk, and over them the grain assembles into something like a face.