When I went to see the Lee Friedlander exhibit at MOMA, I was overwhelmed to learn it took up three floors. Not because I had doubted his prolific output, but because when you witness the sheer volume of a person's life work in one space, you realize both how fleeting the whole enterprise really is and how much work there still is to do. Of the crucial bits of insight, Friedlander never left home without his camera.

I adopted this operational status immediately, and now happily rotate between any number of vintage Nikon, Minolta, Pentax film cameras and my digital experimentations with Sony Rx1R + A7rii -- especially with the vintage Helios lens adapters, a Leica M9, and my crappy Panasonic Lumix GF1.  As much as I've learned to trust my own instincts in composition, light, and t-t-timing, I feel like I'm always emulating any given photographic hero-- Davidson, Goldin, Erwitt, Winogrand, Doisneau, Riboud, Kertész, Webb, Parr, Hido, Schapiro, Klein, Herzog, Arbus, Gruyeart, to name a few-- at any given decisive moment.

Hope you enjoy.