Milestones… everyone has them in their lives. Landmarks that shape them forever, and change the way they perceive the future. For Ray and me, this was one of them.
We were comrades, we were friends, we were lovers, we were brothers and sisters, and we were fortunate to live in the time that we lived. There was a war, there were protests, there was a music festival on a farm in upstate New York, and there was, “something happening here.”
I had managed to stay out of the draft, had just come back from Woodstock, and had found what I would do for the rest of my life: Photography.
It was then that Ray and I would start to talk about it. By the winter of 1969 we knew what we were going to do come the following summer. It would change our lives, and we knew it before we left. It’s one of the reasons why we did it. It was part of the journey our generation took, to find a different direction to navigate through the world we had inherited from our parents.
