In October of 2016, I started making black and white photographs for the first time in decades. At The MacDowell Colony in New Hampshire, I was given a cabin that had a darkroom. I couldn't ignore it, I had to use it. Living in a cabin in the woods with a darkroom was a fantasy I'd had as a teenager, and some fantasies are never too late to revisit.
In a world of clouds that are not really clouds, analog photography started to present itself suddenly as crucial, as a freedom, as a reminder of the physical world, and as a less corporate choice.
After my re-introduction to the darkroom, I continued making black and white photographs. The photos on this page were made in Sweden, Vietnam, and in various places in the United States. I’m not sure what to do with a stack of black and white photographs, but one thing I did was to make a deck of cards.