Of all the pictures of the basement, the one that effects me the most is this one. It is not the fact that I appear in the picture, but that I see in this photograph the closest symbiosis between my father and myself.

Clipped on the lamp, my father has written my phone number. Under it there are two sets of the word "Younger". The cartoon taped to the wall under the lamp is my father's redrawing of a cartoon I did of my daughter (his granddaughter). Plus the fact that I am shown sitting at my father's desk, in his mirror, makes me think of this photograph as a "morphing" of my father and me.

One reviewer commented on the clocks in the picture, all showing a different time. What she didn't know was that they were sitting and waiting for repair: all broken, all stopped. In one way, the clocks are another symbol, a symbol for the lack of time's passing. For this picture was made one year after my father's death. During that year, Mom didn't clean up in the basement and it remained the same as if nothing had changed. This picture was the last picture that I made for this portfolio.

Sometime later, my mother cleaned the basement, and the pictures became the remaining evidence of a former time and place.