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Archive for September 15, 2020


Photography will be mine. It will define me. I went into medicine to take care of my family and to ward off their death. It didn’t work. It was a naïve notion of youth. I went into photography to preserve memories. We had none before I started taking pictures. There are too many pictures my family has never seen. At least there is more than a memory. There are some tangible pictures of the things I have seen. It lacks context. So many pictures will be without caption left behind for family to ponder over who, what, where, or why. But at least there will be questions. It will be more than a name and date on a gravestone.  … this was Jamaica circa 1988; I don’t drink.