In January of 1972, at the age of seventeen, I decided to pursue a life in photography. I also decided to stop eating meat (although there was no direct correspondence between the two). Forty-five years later I’m still on track with both decisions. Not eating meat was easy. My wholehearted pursuit of a historically rich, slightly askew, mechanically generated, literary and visual practice has influenced my every move since. Camping solo at 9000 ft. on Mt. Rainier with my Speed Graphic; photographing suburban Levittown, NY, on a National Endowment for the Arts survey grant; years living and walking the high desert in Mexico or, thirty years later, the coastal desert in Peru. As I experience it, life is the enactment of the pursuit of meaning. Every minute, every instance, every glimpse, every thought, and every breath counts. Henry James said it best: ”In the arts, feeling is always meaning.