On looking, silence, and what doesn’t need to be explained

There are photographs that don’t ask for captions.
They ask for pause.

They ask the viewer to slow down enough to meet the image at its own pace.
Just like poetry.

For me, photography has never been just about capturing something beautiful.
It is an act of listening.
A practice of paying attention to what usually goes unnoticed.

Between light and the moment, there is an invisible space.
That is where photography begins to resemble a poem.

What matters is not always at the center of the frame.
Sometimes it lives in the margins,
in the shadows,
in what was left out.

Photographic poetry does not explain.
It suggests.
It leaves room.

And perhaps that is why it feels so close to written poetry:
both trust the observer,
both allow interpretation,
both refuse to give everything away.