Murmur

Murmur. 2024.

The scene felt like the sky had been shaken, and all these tiny black notes were spilling across it. The colour is calm and soft, a slow gradient from blue into warm pink, but the birds are restless, constantly rearranging themselves into new patterns that never quite settle.

What interests me here is that tension between noise and quiet. From a distance the flock becomes almost a texture, like film grain or static, yet each mark is a living thing deciding where to go next. The photograph holds that brief overlap, when the chaos of movement reads as something ordered, a kind of improvised constellation written over the last light of the day.

70 mm • f/3.2 • 1/500 sec, ISO 400