After three months of this photograph haunting me, I've decide to comment in hopes that I can move on. I am not a teacher of photography (unless you count my 14-year-old), but if I were, this would be exhibit A for the lesson on composition. The intersection of every line, angle, and graphic element is so precise and considered, it must have been a labor of love for Jack to shuffle his cold feet and hands yards, then feet, then inches in each direction in the pursuit of excellence. There are other Delano images that are true favorites of mine (see Union Station: 1943 and The Home Team: 1941) yet this one certainly deserves a nod towards the art perfecting one’s craft.

Both of my grandfathers, a great-grandfather, and my dad (briefly) worked in that mill. (Lots of uncles as well.)

Not a word I get to use much, so need to jump at the chance.