Not long before we moved in together Joanna and I started visiting Mariposa every few months, out in the foothills toward Yosemite, a little mountain community with about as many churches as people, and a decidedly large and continually growing population of expats from the Bay Area. We’d head out Friday and she would hold a Saturday clinic as an HIV specialist at the local medical center. I’d hang around the little cabin we’d rent in the sticks and read and write and take naps and wander around the woods a bit. It was quiet and a good excuse to get away.
No. #0590_10A - Mariposa, California. February of 2018.
We’d cook big meals and drink too much wine and watch bad movies and make love on the floor in front of the old wood stove in the winter, but that was a long time ago. We still visit, less often and now with friends and children in tow. She still holds a clinic on Saturdays and even sees some of the same patients from the early days. We’ve been renting the same cabin for near 15 years, which is owned by the guy that used to run Mr. S Leather in San Francisco. His stage name back in the day was “Richard Hunter.” Not that it matters, I just like a good anecdote, especially when it involves a former stage name.
Excerpts from the series “Unwritten Notes” - Photographs Made Elsewhere.
Comprised of work spanning nearly 15 years, the series is largely autobiographical and draws entirely from images made on the road, away from home...
Prints available upon request.