Growing up with family photo albums and family slide shows gave me an early appreciation for photography. Years later I came to collected other people's albums and photographs at thrift shops and swap meets. Call them snapshots, I'm fine with the slight which this may imply. I have found at the heart of a "snapshot" the untrained eye seeking a fact, with enthusiasm, often producing an awkward beauty and truth. The informed art photographer must work very hard to get to the naivete of an actual snapshot, in their own work.
This short stack of snapshots are almost all anonymous and silent. Silent owing to a lack of description; no names on the front of back of the print. They are moments in time adrift. They are caught in this web for a brief spell.
Jim Staub - September 28, 2015
