In honor of Memorial Day, let me introduce you to one of my favorite early photos. I found this cherub in Colma’s Italian Cemetery. Darkness was falling, so I had to resort to a flash. (I had the bad habit of sleeping until 3 in the afternoon those days.) My flash failed me on the first shot. All I got was a black silhouette. But this second image, though grainy, came out more to my liking.
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“I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do – that was one of my favorite things about it, and when I first did it, I felt very perverse.”
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