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Coty and Dylan; Kingston, Michigan
Fine Art Photography
Me saintly mother and I (bless her Irish heart) had been on a mission to get some dry goods from the local Mennonite bulk foods store; we were on our way home when we ran into these young guys selling strawberries on the roadside, right where the pavement gives way to the gravel.
It was sprinkling on and off, but we were between raindrops so we stopped and Mom bought a flat of strawberries – for a whopping 55 cents a quart (eat your hearts out, city folk!) – and was wrapping up her business with Coty, 17, and Dylan, 15, when I showed them a few pictures and asked if I could photograph them. They consented, I broke out the 8×10, and we made a picture.
It’s people like Coty and Dylan who make my time in the field enjoyable. That’s why photography has become such an experiential endeavor for me. Going into the field to collect images is no less vital to my work than going into the field to collect samples is for a biologist – each serves a purpose for the collector, and ultimately becomes a means of examining not only what exists but also what may, someday, be lost.
While I no longer function purely as a journalist, I’m forever mindful of what Arnold Newman once told an audience: “Today, I do it as journalism. Tomorrow? It’s history.”