Old books are old souls, imprinted with the touch of hands from another time.
Fragile pages and wrinkled bindings are not unlike what our skin and bones become
when we age. They become stand-ins for the times and desires of the people for
whom they once were important. They are bibles, histories, songs, accounts. In this
way they are bridges from the past, telling us how people once lived their lives: the
graceful scripts, illuminations and drawings, all the things that mattered once to
individuals and communities. I have photographed books in Boston and Alabama, in
Amherst and Berlin, in Scotland and in my own study. I often use selective focus to
throw some of the image back into the past, or sharp detail to bring it forward again
into our day and time, re-visioned.