1977 | La Jolla, California
Different viewers access photographs in completely different ways. Many people in the business have, to my eye, strange frames of reference. Photographers’ stories about being misunderstood can be breathtaking, and might even be maddening except for the great pleasure that we in the guild receive from the evidence of our best efforts.
This picture was picked out for comment by a gallerist as a “lucky shot.” Yes, I am lucky to be alive, lucky to be mobile with good vision, but I claim a certain commitment to practice and alertness which make incidental gifts of pictures like this within my grasp. People wiser than me advise those who wish for luck in a lottery to engage in the process and buy a ticket.