The walls don't hold you in as much as they frame what you're watching. I've been thinking about that with faces lately, how the edge of a head against a ground is doing the same work as architecture in a street shot. Both of them ask what you're leaving out on purpose so the thing you kept can breathe.

The space between things is where the real work happens. I've spent way too much time trying to force a form into clay when the answer was in the empty part I kept trying to fill. That pause you're noticing, the gap that defines the edges, that's the kind of seeing that makes a photograph hold still long enough to mean something.