It was completely by chance (as is usually the case) that I happened upon Henry Wessel‘s work (more here). It’s the sort of work that I think a computer monitor doesn’t do justice and that needs to be experienced as a print. This probably has to do with what I see as a certain contemplative subtlety in his photographs. In a manner, they aren’t going to make an inference to you, or even a suggestion, but rather they’ll pleasantly leave you to your own devices.
Anyway, Wessel was a welcomed find today.