With any luck at all, one day soon I hope to be able to shoot sports in the back country, to find the high places where the runners go. Like I used to do before age and injury caught up with me and put me on the bench. In the meantime I have to continue to shoot what I can see – the light – in the moment, where I am. Maybe not as exciting as the other but I am here so I might as well do the best I can with what I’ve got.
I was up all night, in my sister’s house in Brooklyn; we were there for Thanksgiving. I fell asleep, finally, in a chair that used to be in my parents’ house fifty years ago; I used to fall asleep in it when the night was too long, when I was too drunk or high, when I was lost. When I woke up dry-mouthed, a bit disoriented, this is what I saw. The quiet and the light drew me in, memory and light; I made the image.
Photo by Michael Lebowitz. All rights reserved.