Drifting through my books and through the net, I found some private snapshots by Walker Evans.
The first images in this series of posts I copied out of a book titled “Walker Evans – The Lost Work” the image above is part of the MOMA collection.
I am taken aback and touched strangely by these photographs.
They tell us about very private moments in his life,
and that of his friends.
I feel safer to look at his official work.
Because these photographs talk about being young,
being in love, they speak about desire and hopes,
and they also tell a tale about the destructive forces of time and life.
And the lack of it hurts too.