I love photographing parts of things: details, corners, edges. The result is sometimes abstract, and the viewer might have to guess what the thing is.
At the time, my life was a train wreck. I was in the throes of wrestling with the grief of my son’s suicide, questioning my
I’d been in search of an opportunity to dip my inexperienced toes into the world of studio portrait photography.
It was a gray-ish day. I’d only ever driven through the town of Pinole. There didn’t seem to be much to attract outsiders: a few