I love the old train station in Corktown which is a stone’s throw from downtown it’s been photographed by millions of people who has basically produced the same photograph. Only a lucky few have been given the rare privilege of photographing its’ interior. I use this subject as an example of how I note. Seeing, like truth, like life, is a form of interpretation and it is unique and I think that photographs should reflect this. When I’m not actively taking pictures I’m thinking about them and how I would photograph with my eye. I think about environment, film, camera and light.
When I leave town to shoot a subject I’m always apprehensive as I am now. I’m also excited because I know that with my Holga (accompanied by my Mamiya c330f and Nikon fm2) I will produce a unique vision of a familiar subject. I’ve made my notes, I’ve bought my film, color and black and white, and I’ve checked the weather which should be sticky hot with lots of sun. Planning is great but my Holga and I live on the edge, and I never expect straight lines.