One afternoon in Weston-Super-Mare I discovered I had been left in a state unfit for anything useful by the incredibly powerful book: An Obedient Father by Akhil Sharma. This text is a study of corruption, guilt, paedophilia, Indian politics, shame, forgiveness and human weakness. It is an incredibly tender book filled with compassion and understanding for the imperfection of humanity, but don't expect to be good for anything when you finish reading it.
So I arrived in Weston having read An Obedient Father on the coach and found myself drifting listlessly through the town & washing up on the beach like the rest of the flotsam. Wandering towards the surf I was once again struck by the way that every person, animal, rivulet and vehicle that passed across the beach was recorded in the marks in the sand.
This led to my most direct collection of traces pictures ever. These images were all shot on that late September afternoon & the collection is entitled Making Tracks. They are presented here chronologically in the order I shot them. I hope you enjoy decoding them as much as I did.