For almost 25 years I’ve been drawn to photography.  I had resisted it before that, out of some prescient suspicion that it would take over my life,* but during a trip to Europe in 1990, a friend put an ancient Nikon (maybe an F Photomic, though I don’t remember for sure) in my hands, and my fate was sealed.  Making photographs has not led me to spend time in jail, nor yet to bankruptcy, but it has been a steady, sometimes-overtaking presence in my life since that summer trip.  I made some effort early on to earn a living through photographs, but discovered that I didn’t have the creativity for fine-art photography, the nerve to shoot weddings, or the intestinal fortitude for commercial work.…