The great part about organizing stuff (you know those piles that turn into piles upon piles that end up being a pile that you just someday have to deal with) is that you stumble back upon parts of your life that you might not be thinking about--but perhaps should be thinking about. In the mid-90's I made several portraits, all on black and white film. These were exploration portraits, meaning I wanted to search for the character of a the person, not just take a resemblance. I asked my friend Ingrid to pose for me a few times and I think I made two, perhaps three or four pretty nice telling portraits of her. Yesterday, in one of the big piles, somewhere down near the heart of the pile was a book of slides I had taken of my work. In that book were two of those pictures of Ingrid. This was one that I especially liked because I felt it really captured her searching.