A fine arts cooperative in Ithaca, New York
Admission to the gallery is free and open to the public.

Harry Littell

On days when I’m on the road, the distance between where I start out and where I stop to make photographs is something I can’t imagine or predict. That space is full of random turns, chance encounters, unlikely juxtapositions, fleeting glimpses, dumb luck, and good fortune.

I circle around, returning frequently to photograph Binghamton, Johnson City, Endicott, Elmira, Owego, and Ithaca. They’re a microcosm of the US. If I look closely enough, I wonder if I will understand how we got to where we are now.

I grew up in the Southern Tier. I’m drawn to the cities and towns as they struggle to reinvent themselves. There is a theatrical quality to the downtowns in the early morning: quiet streets sculpted by light and shadow, stories written in the facades of buildings, solitary figures engaged in small dramas. Moments of grace and beauty and sadness.