From the Archives
During the downtime impressed upon all of us by the COVID-19 I decided to review work I’d made since I began my career in 1997. Old had drives and negatives were reviewed, and the process of doing so continues. I’ve reconnected with images that I loved from the moment I clicked the shutter, and found value in others I dismissed too early after their creation. Each Tuesday for the remainder of 2021 I will release a new image from my archives. There is no visual theme binding my choices. instead, I am selecting images based on the memories they invoke. Each selection has a story. Most I’ve never before shared publicly. Once released, they will be available for purchase in two sizes and editions. For each purchase, I’ll also include the story behind the making of the image. There’s some good ones for sure.
Week 1 | June 1, 2021
The Back of BB’s Bus
Prior to playing a sold-out show in the Mississippi Delta, BB King spent time on his bus with some heavy hitters in the entertainment industry. (I’ll let you sort out just who they are.)
What struck me most was BB’s exuberance. He gushed repeatedly at how lucky he was to be in their presence and how grateful he was that they’d come to see him. I sat quietly making photos and listening to the magical conversation. I couldn’t help but think to myself, “You know who you are, right?”
Of course he did. But that didn’t stop him from being excited and appreciative of those with whom he shared time. I think what I’ll remember most is the way he laughed - full and deep, with a weight and lightheartedness that comes from a life of earning both. He smiled a lot. He said thank you. He looked you in the eye. And he laughed. Goodness did he laugh.
He was tired that night and seemed weak. Still, he laughed. I remember thinking at the time that his body couldn’t possibly last much longer. I was hyper-aware of the potential finality of this moment and attentive to the humanity of this iconic man. My photos from the night, I think, reflect that awareness.
BB lived for five more years. He performed until he just couldn’t perform anymore, and then he was gone. I still get chills when I remember how lucky I was to be there, so close, absorbing the lessons of laughter and grace.