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My father at 87, ten years before he died.

He had changed his shirt because his white undershirt was sticking out and ruining the image. As he changed, I saw how gaunt he was around his neck and asked him to hold his shirt up with his hands. The image I saw reminded me of a bust of a statesman or revered man. My father was a salesman most of his life. I wanted to elevate this man to the level of recognition reserved for governors and distinguish him for his honesty and candor in his life.

MOTHER

 

My mother after a book signing for Quartet: Four North Carolina Photographers.

I was standing close to my mother so that she would not fall as she was very frail. A friend photographed me and my mother and I cropped myself out of the picture.

HOPE, ORCHARD, VERMONT, MARCH 2008

 

We saw this orchard the day before and drove back to photograph the blossoms with Hope nude. The following day all the blossoms had blown away.