I'm always asked - so what do you shoot? I shoot:
I shoot looks. Glances. Sunrises and sunsets. Trees if they lean towards me properly. Demonstrations when a kid's tongue sticks to a railing. Shadows if they have the proper politics. Mystery and mayhem. Night floating down the river with a diamond necklace made from gleaming bridges.
I specialize in kids and old people. People my own age are 2-dimensional beings. They specialize in hiding during the middle decades. You can't appreciate them until you are in your eighties.
I shoot whatever presents itself to me, whether it exists or not. Sometimes I just sit and wait by the river and wait until the great moment approaches from behind me and taps me on the shoulder with cold steel fingers. The fingers have an ancient patina on them. They reach out from the monumental factory that once manufactured faucets. The faucet fingers are all that's left of the ghosts walking through corridors in the open sunlight near the river, near the piers where a father and son fish the now polluted waters.
That's the sort of thing I shoot.
