The startling fact was this: my body was offering a precise physiological equivalent
to what had been going on in my mind. "Lead a simple life," the neurologist advised.
"Not that it makes any difference we know about." In other words it was another
story without a narrative –Joan Didion, The White Album
The June Pictures are just that. I took a lot of photograhs during that month with no
particular objective in mind, which left me with a trove of disjointed negatives.
Looking over the finished product, however, I began to see the shots as little
vignettes, and appreciated the idea of stringing together a series of singular images
whose creation date served as their main commonality. Or, as Didion writes, a story
without a narrative.
