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In the dark I had to quickly attach the unexposed and light-sensitive photo paper to the walls. Of course, the walls kept falling down, the tape was all over my body, and then the wind would blow and either the plastic with my lens cut into it would come away and ruin the exposure or the blowing wind would move the plastic and the picture would become blurry. Between the falling walls and paper, the wind and plugging up light leaks, it took me between two and four hours to make just one three minute exposure. To make it all the more frustrating, it was hot, I was itchy, and I wasn’t having the kind of tranquil, nature-drenched experience everyone told me to expect.

In the end I made about eight pictures, and I feel as if I made them from some non-conscious part of my being. I feel as if I really made those pictures. I loved living in the camera, watching the world upside down. Like other pinholers, I find great joy joy in working out the problems of the camera, going step by step until it works. Each exposure in the shack was a challenge, each exposure took my breath away. This pinhole thing is such a wild passion!