



Suffock, Virginia July 1989
Kerhonkson, New York April 1989
Jackson Mills, New Jersey April 1989
Pensacola, Florida July 1989
Sometimes, there is no way to explain the things I find when snooping arouond small towns. Once in a conversation with a curator friend of mine he told me, "You shoot'em, we'll try to explain'em." I suppose it has something to do with my warpped sense of humor, and the belief that much of the visual irony I encounter just happens, sometimes for no reason at all, and sometimes because people just take the short cut. Leavin's are just that, what's left behind.
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It's like when people climb mountains, because they are there.
When people ask me "Why did you shoot that?"
I say, because it was there. Then they give me that look.
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