I left the Southwest just as I was figuring out my style. I didn’t plan it that way; life just breaks your lease and shoves you on the bus. I’d been in love. The cloudless Southwest sun did this dance with the stucco, while I watched like a voyeur.

Boston does not work this way. Colonial Dutch and English architecture is heavy shingle, dark wood, busy brick. I shot museum lighting, made tabletop studios in my bedroom. I guarded my scraps.

Seven years later I moved to the Bay Area. Clear skies, hard sun, even some stucco! There is no magic like walking out your front door, right into the right shadow at the right time.