A great photographer is like an immediate best friend. You not only know their important stories, you understand them, you’re inspired by them, you find yourself thinking about them late at night when the world feels quiet and you wonder if you’ll ever write a sentence as long and whimsical as a Marcel Proust sentence.
This is my favorite recent photograph. John Divola took it in the early 70s in the San Fernando valley. The world was such a different place then and I never would imagine even then that a woman in the valley would ever hose her own lawn.