about the power and mystery of a subject emerging from darkness (think of Whistler's yearning portraits in the Frick), and it occurs to me that those same moments happen in our lives with one another---the casual words that allow a person to move forward into our line of sight, gradually revealing them as separate from the dark surround. I think I like taking photographs of people more than anything else for the heady combination of enigma and accessibility that occurs: this reminds me that we can never know another completely. And that is a great thing. Like living next door to a wilderness.
