I think of photographs as fossils: impressions left by encounters, preserving the shape of something that is no longer there.Often, something simply catches my attention and I want a picture of it.Understanding why can come later.

I see familiar surroundings cinematically, as fragments of a story already underway.An ordinary scene can become strange, intimate, or faintly absurd.I am drawn to that uncertainty, to the pleasure of looking, and to the possibility that something ordinary might reveal itself as something else.

There is a kind of voyeurism in this looking.I photograph people, places, and objects with an affection that sometimes borders on aggression.To make a photograph is to select, isolate, and possess something briefly.

What remains outside the frame is as much a part of the image as what I choose to include.

I am interested in how photographs change as the distance between the image and its making grows.I return to them for information and feeling, though neither can give me the full experience back.

What I remember enters into what I see,and what I see becomes part of how I remember.

Sometimes I recognize something in an image that I did not know was there.Sometimes I recognize something that is no longer there.

The photograph has not changed, but the person looking at it has.

I am present in what I choose to preserve,and perhaps more so in what I leave out.

Time has made records of loss out of images I made for other reasons.

I keep making photographs without knowing everything they will become.