Taken at the edge of the street where debris lies buried in slush, or in a shallow pool riven by fractures, these images look like archealogical slices. You can peer into the layers and make out crumbled leaves, stones, wrappers, and even a few handwritten notes. A miniature landscape is revealed.
"Slices" is all about decay and transition. For a few months in late winter and early spring, water and earth and pavement merge and undergo an almost alchemical transition. These photographs capture—and freeze—a few of those moments.