I had been meaning to grab these shots for about 40 years, deep in the steel mill section of the city. Finally in 2020 I decided to spend time doing getting that done. While there, I thought about, for instance, the reason why it took so long. One reason is that I didn’t want to jinx myself, by recognizing or becoming self-conscious of the continual danger that I take for granted in my enjoyment of getting lost in my work.
Too typical an expeience has been, of course, gun shots.
Environmental racism? Evey male in the neighborhood i lived the longest, until it was lost in art-fueled genrtrification, died of cancer in their late sixties and early seventies. True to the predictive moment, at the age of seventy, two years, a tumor was growing, and found in January, 2022. Bilary cancer and a slim chance…