Really, what's stopping me?
I never used to walk on the sidewalk. The neighborhood in which I grew up was small enough, quiet enough, that walking in the street itself was safe. I…
From One Roll of Film
And Its Story
I am sometimes asked why I took a certain picture, and often I don’t have a very good answer.
Calling the Bluff of Intersections in Artist Statements
Or, An Argument for the Fine Art Laser Print
Letters and Numbers
Even the Boring Ones
And a Quick Story About an Old One
A Perfect 76° Fahrenheit
Do I Need To?