room, the Trans-Canada highway, Newfoundland, 1972
gave me a lot of rope on the Newfoundland assignment. I needed
it. In 1972 I was still at work on the story.
One of the reasons is that learning to live and work on the
road takes time. I was lonely and often immobilized by indecision.
With everywhere to choose from, where does one go? Sometimes
nowhere. I clearly remember my motive in taking the picture
of the TV evangalist in my motel room. I wanted to remember
what being lonely looked like.