Everything… everything contains a pattern.
Whether it’s the algorithm behind the beating of a hummingbird’s wing, recurring DNA codes, fractals within crystals and clouds, or the mathematical framework of music, it would seem that nothing stands outside of intrinsic pattern.
Walking down a street in NYC one evening, I stumbled upon a cloud of flies. A lustrous swarm. All fever and sunlight. I’d been trying to capture the behavior of these creatures on film all summer long, without success. But at last came this moment.