I have, I see, become a light addict. I hunt for light, and when I see it, I am transformed. I had dinner with my friend George Forss last night and he told me that he looked at a photo of himself when he was a baby, and he thought the expression on his face was clear: “Something Is Not Quite Right,” was his own caption. I love that. George still has that expression. I told him he took photos like a fox, waiting before pouncing, and I took them like a border collie, fast and furious.