I run into Lee Friedlander all the time. On the sidewalk, in a window, my viewfinder. On my proof sheets. During my photographic life it seems I’ve wandered around an awful lot in the same fashion that he has. And so it is that I keep  finding his visage – that shadow self – the intruder. For a long while I thought that I needed to put these images aside, being that this was ground already covered. But as I move through the daily landscape I’m always  finding him popping up in front of me. So I’ve stopped  fighting it, stopped dodging him, and took him along for a ride.

Photographs are very different animals than they were in the mid sixties when Lee found himself staring back at himself in the darkroom. What we now see in the photographic surface is not necessarily what was there when  film gobbled light. But the photographic puzzles I assemble here remain as close to the moment that caught my eye as I can make them. This is part of my game.

With many thanks to Dan and Rina Root, Tom Gilson and Carolyn Reeves for their help along the way, and of course to Lee Friedlander for all of his wonderful books.