Photographer’s Notes:

From my series, Confabulations. The images woke up from their long drowning slumber and gradually revealed their meaning. Mold crept in, ravages of time and nature took over. Crevices outlining disintegrating past creating a synthesis with the original moment of exposure.

This is my old friend Jerry, who I used to remember much more clearly but now seems harder and harder to recall what he was really like. Why did I like him? Was he good looking? Was he fun to be with? Part of me wishes I could remember him better and another part of me is sort of glad that I can’t remember him too clearly. There must have been something about him that I do not want to recall.