The first body of photographs I made, back around 1994, were all 4×5 palladium prints of pictures made in or just outside the city of Denver.
They were contact prints on a very light and finely woven paper that was translucent and made a nice crinkly surface after coated with the chemistry.
After a year or so, I put the pictures together in bound portfolio. I matted them in all in that traditional photographic way, and set them to a poem by Mark Strand, Keeping Things Whole.
Keeping Things Whole
In a field/I am the absence/of field./This is/always the case./Wherever I am/I am what is missing.
When I walk/I part the air/and always/the air moves in/to fill the spaces/where my body’s been.
We all have reasons/for moving./I move/to keep things whole.
I still love this poem, and know that feeling, wherever I am/I am what is missing.