I keep making the same photograph, over and over. (See, for example, Under the Piano/Across the Street.) I used to think that this was a fault, a lamentable rut from which I had to extract myself by concentrated application of creative power. However, after shooting this way consistently for more than a decade, I have come to realize—reluctantly—that this is how I see. This is how I impose my particular sense of order upon the word. And instead of trying in vain to escape it, I choose to let go of futile ambition and relax into it. I am not going to win any photographic awards with this view of things, but it is my view, however mundane, and I am satisfied with that.