I can remember being astounded by the Cartier-Bresson’s “Michel Gabriel, Rue Mouffetard” — the photograph of the young boy carrying the two bottles of wine. I realized then that there was more to just snapping away at whatever you wanted. That’s when I began to see a new world through the viewfinder. My father’s good friend and mentor, Wright Morris, was another influence. He was a writer and photographer who photographed the Midwest and America at roughly the same period as Walker Evans. Many times over the years Morris’ calm eye has resurfaced in my mind, guiding me.
I like this view because it lies in between arrivals and departures, which are always exciting points when I travel. The station is all but empty. It was during this 1993 trip to Europe that I began to search for my voice. Unfortunately most of the images from that journey are lost. I only have a handful of negatives left.