Today I scanned some negatives.
This picture was taken in the summer of 1999. It’s of my friend Heather Roberts at her house in Salt Lake City. We had just spend that Sunday afternoon at her friend Kim McKay’s cabin at Sundance. A girl named Amy Ferguson was there and she was the real reason I was there, too, as we had just started hanging out and I wanted to see her again. So Amy and I sat on that deck, on a lovely Sunday afternoon at Sundance, and kissed for the first time. There’s a picture somewhere, of our feet on that deck chair, but I couldn’t find it when I was scanning these negatives.
Heather and I drove back to Salt Lake and I sang happy songs the whole way home. Probably something from the band Cake.
At Heather’s house I asked if I could take some pictures of her–you know, like I do, as I will, and I shot a couple rolls. There’s a few pictures that are all right from those rolls but as I was about to leave, she stepped inside the house and I saw that this was the picture I had to take.
Ten months later I married Amy.
Two years later this picture was selected to be in the Utah Art Council’s permanent collection and appeared on the cover of American Photo Magazine.
One of the things I love about photography are the memories and stories that are inextricably attached.