I understand that the world is sad, but also strange and funny. But if I didn’t tell you that’s what the pictures are about would you have thought it? If I tell you they are about America would you subscribe to that? I have to live with the memory of making the images; I bring personal baggage to each one. You can only observe the photo itself. I can tell you what they are about, I can do my best to order the images to guide you to the same feelings that I have about them. But that might all be futile, people bring their own baggage to photos. It is part of the beauty of photography, images retain openness to interpretation for the audience. I’m still not sure I’ve told you what these photos are about, it seems you are as likely to tell me, we might both be wrong. Perhaps the images are like understanding itself: murky, unclear, waiting for the light of interpretation.