Doug had a duplex on the west side of Salt Lake, not too far from the Delta Center and near a 7-11 close enough to walk whenever you were craving a Big Bite with jalapeños. Doug lived on the one side of the duplex and rented the other to a woman named Mary, she had a couple kids and a steady rotation of friends that would come by most nights and hang in the backyard, drinking, laughing, fighting.

One night I was over visiting Doug, saw those guys in the back yard and asked if I could take some pictures. I expected a no but they busted out poses like they were born for it and when I said I was done, they asked for more. That was 1996 and I was wondering and unsure about next steps in my life back then. But something stirred when I took those pictures. A hunch about telling visual stories. I little pilot light. I’ve been following it ever since.