“I bet I’m totally sketching this entire neighborhood out,” I said, as I clambered from the corpse pose I’d been awkwardly attempting on the sidewalk. I like to think that my photographing self-consciousness is mostly unwarranted. Nobody actually cares if you’re taking pictures of things. Cameras give you license to look as awkward as possible without being labeled insane.
Approaching Circle House
“Yeah, no, I think you kind of were,” Jurvis responded. He’d been standing there as I crept around the circle house, knelt in between cars and pushed frozen dog crap out of my way. And as I took those pictures, at the window of every surrounding house a hand pushed a curtain out of the way: a face appeared, watching.