Last summer I began to take pictures on my street, which is one block
long. I quickly accumulated many images that revealed the effect of light
on objects I had looked at many times but not really seen before. Through
the lens, familiar images such as fences, fire hydrants or telephone poles
became -- up close -- different worlds.
and colors of rust and paint made things seem strange, oddly exotic. When
gazing intensely at some part of my street, I often felt I could be anywhere
in the world. If I were dreaming of Italy or thinking about Afghanistan,
I found them there, in the frame of my camera .