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I wandered around a harbor side dock with my camera exposing a variety of images that interested me, objects or configurations that offered intriguing abstractions of color, texture, shape, and composition, rather than the scenic photographs that most tourists take in such a setting. “What are you taking pictures of?” a passerby asked. I have become accustomed to such questions when I am down on my knees taking photos of rusted mechanisms, rocks, and rivulets of water, or splintered wooden posts, things that most people don’t usually “take pictures of,” rather than the scenic harbor, historic buildings, or seaplanes—things that many people often do take pictures of. An honest answer to this question would go something like, “I am not taking pictures of any...
