Over the course of several weeks, I photographed the elbows of truck drivers in the city while I was stopped at red lights on my bicycle. I think of these as portraits, with each elbow possessing its own idiosyncrasies and personality.
Over the course of several weeks, I photographed the elbows of truck drivers in the city while I was stopped at red lights on my bicycle. I think of these as portraits, with each elbow possessing its own idiosyncrasies and personality.