Once in a while I have to get up real early; to catch a plane, or to get some work done. And every time I leave the house at that early time, I am struck by the beautiful calmness of the morning. The air is refreshingly cold and humid, and the absence of noise makes you hear every sound.
The photography of Michael Kenna has a similar effect on me. In the introduction of one of Kenna’s many books, photo critic Kohtaro Iizawa says it well:
[Kenna’s] images invite us into a silent world, depriving the viewer of the noises, one by one, with which the world is filled.
I appreciate that.