A Fine Life, 2013 - 2015

As a photographer, I have always wanted to take a cross-country road trip.  I imagined the classic drive West that so many photographers have done.  “Real” photographers like Robert Frank and Stephen Shore. 

I had no illusions about the importance of the photographs I would make.  I only hoped that photography would show me where I was and where I might want to go.

In 2013, due to illness, I retired from a job I held for nearly 30 years.  What I wanted most was a quiet life, in a peaceful place, where I could make pictures. My wife and I left New York City for the Hudson River Valley.  I rented a room in an old appliance store and called it my studio.  I worked every day and the pictures began to feel comfortable, as if I knew what I was doing.

The idea of an extended road trip felt less useful than looking closely at where I live.  Mostly I walked, sometimes I drove, but I worked in a relatively small radius from home.  I did not look for the odd or extraordinary, the downtrodden or the abused – I looked for images that have a sense of everyday life.  Nothing fancy, but a good way to live nonetheless.

As the urge for a road trip all but disappeared, my wife and I made a couple of visits to see our daughter in Colorado.   She said life is good in the mountains, so we moved there a few months ago.  I am reserving judgment on this move that has finally taken me to the West, but so far it is fine.