I don’t remember a thing about this photograph, except that I shot it when I worked for the Raleigh New & Observer in the 80s. Not part of an assignment I’m sure, but likely some grab shot when I was grabbing anything and everything trying to figure out if I was gonna be good at this work. I found the print in the attic recently while cleaning out old stuff, throwing things away. What I like about this shot is that I still like this shot. After 30 some years. Maybe more so now. Now that my vision has cleared a bit. Creative people are tough on themselves, and I’m no different. Was that story any good? Are my paintings important? Is this photograph worth a damn? It is the punishment added to the struggle to be better, that we always question. So there was something joyful about seeing a photo I hadn’t seen in years, and thinking to myself - that’s a nice image - glad You kept at it.