Malta in February felt like an empty place. Street after street of beautiful but empty row houses, shuttered storefronts, only infrequent cars speeding away down hilly streets. It was hard to shoot, with so few human figures. The city is lovely, but without people, how do you connect the sense of space to the feeling you need to make the photograph?
Sometimes when you are shooting, everything lines up in front of you and if you're fast enough you get the shot right where you stand. Other times you see the elements floating around you but they aren't where they need to be. Trees, people, figures, all spinning, and you are caught up in a dance, trying to position yourself in the right place to catch the moment.
I walked towards old Valletta, from the sprawling suburb surrounding, up a green hill in a park along the fort that walls off the city. Finally, a person. If I stayed put, in a second he would have been gone. He started striding up the hill, lurching between the trees, in and out of cover, so I did too, running and climbing and shooting away. Sometimes everything comes to you, and sometimes you have to do the dance.