Michael Davies’s images are drawn from life, looking out from other people’s windows. They gaze out at the views familiar to these people; maybe they walk a ‘mile’ through their eyes, offer a reflection of their isolation, a selfie in reverse. They view a largely tethered nature; a gnarled, pollarded tree seen from his recently deceased grandmother’s bedroom whilst preparing the house to be sold. His mother’s window overlooks her well-tended garden, inaccessible after a hip operation. As the leaves fall, his view passes through bare, autumnal allotments and industrial estates away to the distant, wooded hills.