The morning sun was at a perfect angle, throwing a shadow of a heroic sculpture, depicting a mounted Indian holding a buffalo skull over his head, on to the street. As I tried to photograph this shadow, my own shadow kept appearing in the frame. I finally gave up and changed my concept. I would make the problem into my subject matter. I simply held on to the pedestal of the sculpture with one hand and shot with the other. Fortunately, I was wearing a wide brimmed hat, which, in combination with my photographer’s vest, makes me look very much like a figure out of the Old West. The resulting abstraction speaks more of Santa Fe’s history than it does of either the sculpture itself or myself. Both become symbols of a larger idea.