It was when we bought our first house, my wife asked me to print some work for the bare walls and I was stuck. Refusing to put some my favorite work because they were too loaded with memories or ideas. Just the thought stressed me out. Which begged the question, after making a zillion pictures, what makes it onto the walls of my home. I found it was the outtakes, the in between moments, the quiet nods to the bigger memory. The images that say just enough so you can fill in the rest with today, at least that’s the way I feel about the prints that seem to have longevity on my walls.