As I walk up the steps of the subway and past the Hare Krishnas and chess players I am thinking about the images that have informed my photographs. How deceptively simple the act of making a photograph is. In that tiny moment, how quiet my mind becomes while organizing what I know about my world, through images and places I have been while traveling through time. The ones my father took of us with color slide film, while we made it through the rites of passage, riding our bikes and my brother playing the clarinet in the marching band. The complete process of photography from the seeing, the taking, the making to others viewing is a kind of serial echolocation. Where it is the moment that has been located through images, self reflection, stopping, seeing and recording. And continues when an other will see it. Photography makes the moment a thing. I live in the East Village in New York City with my husband and son.