Story by Numbers
Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida. A reflection on photography, also a eulogy of his mother written shortly after her death. The entire book centers around a single photo of her that the author never reveals.
I don't often take photos, and if I do, I often stop myself from sharing them.
Amstel train station, rush hour. The stairs are filled with angular winter light, the warm orange tones of morning. I could take a picture, but I don't. Amsterdam has enough photographs.
Eric, 120 film, Brooklyn
The second image is older by a couple of years, taken in my kitchen in San Francisco. A snapshot. The cat's name is William.
Eric with William, San Francisco
Las mariposas de Rivadavia