Who?
A mother first, always. But late in life. Or later than most. I feel gratitude I started my photographic career well before my daughters came along. Once that happened, I was either taking care of them, looking for them, or thinking about them. Work during those years would come with bursts of energy, eyes focused like an eagle.
What?
The ordinary, mostly of unsuspecting people on the street who I see often out of the corner of my eye and I just STOP. For just that second it takes to absorb it. To shoot it, to feel it, to move on. If I get one good shot a day, which I try to, I feel amazing.
Where?
NYC, my home since the mid-70s. I shot on my street, around the corner, uptown, downtown, across the river. Across many oceans and continents too. But always on the streets.
When?
When NYC was raw and gritty and oh so real. People absorbed in one another and not their phones.
Why?
Because I can’t help myself. I see pictures all the time. To feel alive, engaged, connected. To feel.
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