Amsterdam, Dec. ’98 – Jan. ’99 2

I didn’t have a 35mm camera for some time, and it took a while for a particular ease using one to return. Along with that, I wasn’t interested in the kind of candid “people” shots I got while learning how to take pictures, finding them, however forgivably, exploitive. Put another way, not knowing the place, I didn’t know what to photograph in Amsterdam, .

I was at a loss and finally settled on bicyclers, who were everywhere along the old city’s narrow streets and bridges; rapid, slightly elevated, and absorbed in their journeys, they reflexively drew attention to themselves and the street, and so I found them fair game.