Dartmoor.

“For a split second we stood meters apart and stared into a mutual void of surprise and confusion and intrigue.”

A cold afternoon on Dartmoor, England. A gentle breeze combed the undulating landscape.

Grey, but serene.

As I climbed down a gritty and jagged rock I noticed a young boy, alone.

For some reason I instantly pointed the camera straight at him and waited. I watched him fumble around with a playful awkwardness.

And then he noticed me.

For a split second we stood meters apart and stared into a mutual void of surprise and confusion and intrigue. As I pressed the shutter it’s affirming sound pulsed between the curling rock formations and pierced an eternal moment of curious serenity.

In this picture I see a boy.

But I feel an innate desire to discover.

I feel an intense sense of intrigue and fascination.

I feel that serene void once again.

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