"Any child abed in lazy and luxurious convalescence from

measles or chicken pox, half drunk with tea and hot lemonade, learns that the

space between the window shade and the casement is a magic place, populated by

spirits that cast their shifting, liquid shadows on the screen and tap out

their secret messages on the window frame."

This was about the C.J. Laughlin

photo on page161. This statement struck me in a big and lasting way many

years ago. I had that experience when I was sick and in bed with the pox in second

(?) grade. I carry this in the back of my head (and other things) when I am photographing."