AN ESSAY ON LIGHT

If I were a prophet, here's the kind of vision I'd proclaim. The inspiration comes from Genesis. Having tasted the apple, Adam and Eve covered themselves and hid. In my prophecy, hiding is at an end.

The six photos are from a series. I open the shutter and leave it open while I cavort in front of neon lights, usually at night in front of Tex-Mex restaurants.

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