I was walking on a beach when I found something. Not an important something, a discarded something that had fulfilled its purpose and found its way to the sea. The sea had welcomed it, washed it, touched it. Now it spoke to me.
A few steps later I picked up another.
Encouraged, I looked some more, searching until I had handful of special things.
At least to me they seemed special.
I wanted to capture the specialness, so I shook them and let them fall.
I photographed them where they lay.
The action seemed shamanistic.
Like a foretelling.
So I did it again. Nine more times.
Ten futures in all.