I went to Paris this past May as a painter with a camera. Paris lends itself to these shallow panoramas, the camera following the span of architecture or urban plan or lengthy museum gallery, following the length of a window, reflections of the city behind mixing with the capture of what’s inside, the sinewy length of an ancient skeleton, a colonnade of marble, marking time, capturing an instant/instance of the sublime or the beautiful commonplace, and then, moving on.