I've been working on the Bronx Gallery again. Someone wrote to me asking why there were no shots of people in the gallery.
This was a conscious decision after a couple of years of fiddling with the images. This is a personal reminiscence. The shots may not have any universal value - just my attempt to document places that had meaning to me. I did a bunch of taped interviews with family and friends from those days - and if I ever do get around to doing a proper book - I would include snippets from these tapes.
Burnside Avenue - my grandparents lived here - no not in the Cupola - but a block away and we always wondered what it was when we were kids. My cousin snuck into the building once and tried to get up to the top but the door to the cupola was shut tight.
