During my last pilgrimage to Washington, DC, I stopped at the National Gallery to see Allen Ginsberg’s photos.

Beat photography makes you wonder why you were where you were and when was that and who are your friends and what would your pictures look like if you were a Beat.

My brother, who is a photographer, had me reading Black Spring by Henry Miller and Cities of the Red Night by William S. Burroughs between high school and college. I went on to read Naked Lunch and On the Road in college. What did I get out of it?

1. You can grab your life and drag it around and set-up shop pretty much anywhere with the right friend(s).

2. Guys are a little obsessed with everything about themselves in a way that I’m not.

Back to the point: Ginsberg reminded me how photography can create and capture thoughts.

I’ve asked some photographer friends to send me two pictures and say a bit about what they were thinking when they took them. I’ll be posting them on Saturdays.