“My first camera ever was a gift from my mother when I was twelve: it was a little 126 Instamatic that she brought home one day from the drugstore where she worked. Even after I got to a point in my career where I had ‘proper’ photo equipment, I have continued to carry a version of that camera with me wherever I go. I have always struggled to take photographs on sunny days, much preferring to work in the nighttime, or at least under a cover of fog or clouds. But there is something about the combination of sunlight and mist from the edges of Lake Erie (in this case near Buffalo, NY) that cries out for the dreamy imprecision of the 126. Whether it is a hazy memory from the past or an ethereal vision of the future is up to the viewer.”