After many months of writing, it occured to me that it might be possible to photograph, in the flesh, what I was attempting to capture in words. I bought a Rolleiflex camera and began to take pictures of objects or structures that were used and abused by human hands

[We] make images to see clearly: then we see clearly what we have made.

Everyone in California is from somewhere else.

The past is useless. That explains why it is past.

I prefer a taken to a made photograph.

The photograph, after all, is just a photograph. Words will determine its meaning and status.

In the blur of the photograph, time leaves its gleaming, snail-like track.