My dear friend and former assistant Liz McCue and I were at an antique-car auction on Saturday morning, and as I told Liz, I went into the event looking for more images that illustrated my ideas about the chaff and decay of humanity’s past as viewed through the present.
It was a cold day in January, but the light in Santa Fe was warm. I wandered the Plaza and the surrounding streets looking for subtle still life photographs, and found one that warmed my heart just as much as did the light itself.
Re-reading Ansel Adams’ biography, I started to feel sentimental (thanks, Ansel), and had to make an image in response. Tones, contrast and lines came together in a tribute to one of Adams’ early works.