The House by the Pool

This summer we rented a house in Corsica. There was a garden full of rosemary, sage and thyme, a pool, and very little else to do but slow down. I had my camera. But this wasn't the city - there were no streets to wander, no crowds, no decisive moments to hunt. Instead I found myself noticing other things. The way afternoon light fell across the villa wall. The shadow a lamp made. The stillness of the water. A rubber duck already in the pool when we arrived, there to measure the temperature. These are photographs of a place where nothing much happened. That was the point.