I think of a grudge as a stubborn obstacle, a thorn, an ugly word. I’ve talked to photographers about this before, in a book I edited called Photo No-Nos: Meditations on What Not to Photograph.
Toward the end of 1968, Arthur Tress started bringing along his Hasselblad camera on visits to the Ramble. Designed as a paragon of the picturesque in the mid-nineteenth century, the artificial woodland in the middle of New York’s Central Park had become overgrown and ...