Autonomous Objects

I set out to take pictures of what it was like, but my pictures look nothing like what it was like to be there. Instead, all I have are these images that exist as their own thing—and in that sense, they’re kind of nice, too. I took a break from photography for too long. I thought I was done, but then I realized I was just getting started.

Sometimes the only reason to take a picture is knowing how a Nikon F3 feels in your hand. As long as I have photography, I know I’m not done yet. Someday I hope to get as tired and dilapidated as a weather-worn, abandoned house in Toyah.