Sprague Washington, 2013

When I was a kid I wanted to be a surfer.  When I was nine we left LA and moved to a house on a dirt road that was lined with maple trees far from the ocean.  It was a hot and dusty place in the summer.  I think this image sums up my experience and memories of this time period perfectly.

I saw this old Woody station wagon and it grabbed my heart like the pages of Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath.  When I made the print in the darkroom I was utterly pleased with the tonality of every dent.  I made several images of this scene but this one had the simplicity of a very direct and flat presentation that reminds me of Walker Evan's work.