Somehow I had two separate assignments to shoot Alan Greenspan in a single day.

Recently, I was sent to Detroit for the day to supposedly photograph a prisoner who had been given a life sentence without parole when she was 15. The night before I left, I got a call that the writer wouldn't be accompanying me, and then another call that I wouldn't be allowed inside the prison. So my prisoner portrait turned into me standing out in the 95 degree heat on a highway median outside of Detroit photographing barbed wire fences and guards giving me dirty looks.

Right next to the prison yard was this lush strip of dense forest that almost reached the fence, and I brought out the Holga to take some pictures of this space between fence and forest.