They beckon to me from behind glass walls in the dead of night. They lure me with their sexy poses and glamorous attire. They can be bought. They are my “special dates.”

In November, 2002, after the death of my mother, I began a new photo project quite by accident. One of Mom’s deathbed requests concerned a wish for my photographic success. Returning from Mom’s memorial, after spreading her ashes on the shores of Lake Michigan in Wisconsin, I passed...
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