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.
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
[PHOTO ABOVE: Contact sheet of photos taken by author at Lake Winnepesaukee, New Hampshire, circa 1978] The moment I printed my first photograph, I was