Let’s face it, often we are just searching for the past. My Dad bowled. He was a serious bowler, with a great average and the discipline to really do well at that odd game. And when we were kids he took me and my brother out with him to bowl. So now, in an obvious attempt to recapture that feeling of doing something with my Dad, I photograph bowling alleys.
And when I make these photographs and then work the files it is always with a feeling of melancholy, and happiness.
Sometimes I know exactly what I am photographing.