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I started taking photography seriously during a quick year working at a small weekly newspaper in Idaho Springs, CO, a mining town west of Denver on I-70. I was handed the office Nikon SLR and directed to photograph events around town. Growing up in Rochester, NY, I was steeped in the medium, taking snapshots from a young age, and regularly visiting the Eastman House museum of photography. Maybe because it was such an everyday sort of thing, I wasn’t particularly drawn to taking pictures as a means of apprehending the world. That changed in Idaho Springs, and the pictures shown here were made in my last week there to document then-familiar places, which I now hardly remember. (more)

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