At the time I made this image, I was pretty fired up at whoever (whomever? I’m still not clear on the difference) was driving the car at the end of the alley. I waited for them to turn their lights off. My impatience turned into ‘self-swearing’…you know when you repeat a bunch of curse words in your head, occasionally they make their way out as a mumble. Didn’t the driver know they were ruining my image? Finally the driver and their car lights broke my will and I made the image. I reluctantly packed up my gear and moved along on my photo-walk. Once I was back in the darkroom, I was pleasantly surprised by what I found. Shadows, shapes, layers, mystery, and those darn lights. It was right out of a back-alley scene from a 70′s cop show. I loved it. The image made me wonder. In the end, I guess that’s what a good image should do.
