Harry was my father's uncle, my grandmother's brother. I think this has had an influence on me. It's difficult to track influences, but I still recall my summer vacation visits with my grandparents and looking, intently at Harry's prints which lined her walls. I won't attempt to convey my thoughts about them.
my father gave me a print of this image - I think when I graduated from college. It's on my wall and I look at it every day.
this might be one of my favorite of Harry's images. It's something about the deep black shadows and that light. damn that's nice.
I never saw this as a print but I'd love to. It reminds me of carnivals and traveling circuses. There is something adventurous and slightly dark. I love this picture.
This is an image I looked at again and again - and then again as a child. This to me was what I thought love must be. I was maybe 10. Looking at it now, it still somehow pulls my heart strings. So beautiful.