The kief all day in Tangiers
Quality of light
Texture of claustrophobic spaces

Maria's eye through the lens

A constant sound track running through my mind
Repetitious, nervous, soothing and distracting
Perhaps that is why, when I'm around loud music
I am happy and I can think
Perhaps that track is freed up for internal thought.

I started taking photos at random out of a moving car
ala Robert Frank and Kerouac,
and by 2004 I had amassed a body of work that had,
much of it, never seen the light of day.

In moments of reflection,
an inflection point in my life, perhaps,
I began to make lists of photos that I remembered,
sorting them into a compartment of memory
that would allow me to sequence them,
juxtapose, reveal similarities in the things I noticed
from childhood up through this later middle life of the moment.

It's only when I'm photographing that I can trust my instincts.