“Algonquian Family” At Owner's Risk Series ©1973 In 1972 I was but 22, and just out of college. When an anthropologist offered me the chance to photograph in northern Quebec, I jumped at the opportunity, not realizing what I was in for. I'd grown up in an affluent Philadelphia, PA suburb and was unprepared for the crushing poverty of rural Quebec, magnified by unemployment, alcoholism and alienation on the reservation. Three months and 50 rolls of film later, I had no idea what I'd recorded. The experience was too raw, and I was too young to comprehend. I printed the pictures, and then I put them away. Until now. |