About

To fuss with ages and acres of photographs is to drift over a kind of familiar wilderness, randomly crisscrossing roads, trails and markers long ago left behind. These old things, these reminders of promises and frayed threads of conceptual continuity are interesting, if incomplete maps of the times of our lives.

In no particular order, and without much captioning or explanation, what's offered here is a raft of fragments from a few portfolios. There's more to come.