![]() ![]() In early March of 2001 I received a phone call from a woman named Mary Mcclean in New York. We were both highly amused by the resemblance, then soon thought nothing more about it. “My goodness, it’s Scout!” It was the image of “A”, a young and very accomplished dancer who had already achieved some recognition in the Portland arts community. ![]() ![]() Her reply was immediate and without hesitation. Suddenly, emerging in the developing tray in the red glow of the darkroom, I saw a face of one of the young dancers that immediately engaged me with its openness and honesty. I was photographing so many people so fast that I barely saw the faces in front of me. Coincidentally, a few days after watching the movie I did a shoot with about 30 mother/daughter dancers at a local studio in Portland. ![]()
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