i’m trying to think back to exactly where it might have began. maybe seventh or eighth grade or so, with martha’s canon ae-1: at the l.a. county fair, taking close-ups of the interiors of dollhouses there; in tijuana, mexico at the church and group home sponsored by the church i grew up in. i took a photo there of a little girl, sitting amongst the open air, free bazaar in the courtyard, by herself in a tiny rocking chair.
or attending the korean war veteran’s memorial dedication in washington, d.c. i wasn’t able to attend the actual ceremony, they’d changed the admission policy at the last minute and i found myself walking the mall by myself with my father inside. i walked past this man, sitting on a bench by himself. i’m not sure what compelled me to go back, but i did and asked if i could take his photos. he said, “yes,” and i could have sworn he had tears in his eyes as he did…
with my advantix camera, adventuring through the underground rave scene in los angeles at the dawn of the century….
and in my #solitarywalker series here in the bay…