i’ve just hung the last roll of film, including this mornings walk. it is an odd sensation, being finished. satisfying, while empty too. as though something is missing, yet everything is done, waiting on me for the next stage of our life together

Sugimoto has spoken about photography as a means of fossilizing time:

Fossils work almost the same way as photography…as a record of history. The accumulation of time and history becomes a negative of the image. And this negative comes off, and the fossil is the positive side. This is the same as the action of photography. So that’s why I am very curious about the artistic stage of imprinting the memories of the time record. A fossil is made over four-hundred-fifty million years—it takes that much time. But photography, it’s instant. So, to me, photography functions as a fossilization of time.