Because it’s how I remember things. It’s how memories unfold in my mind. when I close my eyes and try to remember, this is what I see: lovely, blurry scenes. I’ve been shooting this way for a while, for three or four years now. Not exclusively, of course, but more and more. I intentionally throw the focus until it feels rights. Until it looks like what I see in my mind. So often, these are the images I revisit, the ones I come back to again and again. These are the photographs that tell the real story. They spin like records on a turntable– soft, scratchy, inexplicably magic.