My motel room, the Trans-Canada highway, Newfoundland, 1972

Gilka 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.


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