It was spring of 1996, to the best of my memory. In those days Ryan Soderlin and I had just finished our first photojournalism class. At this point in our lives neither had ever earned a penny with our cameras. Everything was new: confusing and fascinating at the same time. We were dumbfounded by certain foreign photography techniques such as using a flash. I had yet to grasp any concept of composition and light.
It was during that first class when Ryan and I started a weekly ceremony of listening to CCR, eating tapioca pudding and drinking Busch Light (at least Ryan did, I was only 20 and of course didn
