Ida

Cat in a window
Forty eight years have passed. I’ve had a number of domestic associates in that time. My memory of how we parted ways is clear in all cases except with Ida. I don’t remember her death, I don’t remember her burial. Where did she go? Who did she take up with?

Author: WmX

I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.