The apple does not fall far from the tree. And the apple looks back. For years I've given in to the collector's impulse, and the lure of the urban-geographical imagination: no excursion, no matter how mundane, is without its opportunities to capture a small sample of the evolving time-space intersections that demand our attention, respect, understanding, and interrogation. My father did the same thing many years earlier, capturing a few remarkable images of American urbanism in the 1960s. By the end of the 1960s, Mom and Dad were very busy with four unruly kids, leaving much less time to travel or to organize the collection of Kodachrome slides.
This collection is a sample of some of those images of American cities at the height of Fordist organization and latent, creeping crisis.