One of the things I enjoy about photography is it’s ability to transform the world into pictures, which seems like a ridiculously obvious thing to say – the transforming part that is. In becoming pictures a new world is created. After I’ve taken a photograph I usually stop thinking about it’s connection to what was photographed and think only about the world of the photo itself and sometimes it’s relation to other photographs. For example, something I thought of as ugly in the world can become beautiful in a photograph; a badly designed building becomes interesting as a design element in a well composed image; relationships that didn’t exist between things are created by their inclusion together in a frame, or between frames (as in Bern and Hilla Becher’s photos) . This picture doesn’t have much to do with that. I just like how the Funeral Chapel, with the erasure of a few letters, has become the Fun Chapel.
Edward Lewis 