I'll admit, nothing inspires me nearly so much as looking at what other people have done.
So, first of all, family. The date on this photograph is September 1939.
My father's brother Maurice, who hated school
and was good at tennis in an erratic sort of way.
Look how his hair has been flattened down for the photo.
He died, of course.
One of Claudia's first photographs when she was taking photography in high school.
A pumpkin grown from one we had kicked off our porch.
I've learned everything I know about taking pictures from her.
West Square in London, near the Imperial War Museum Film archives.
Why do the mossy steps lead nowhere?