On a Sunday afternoon Paul Martone, whom I’d never met, came to be photographed. When he departed three hours later, I felt I had known him my whole life. During our photo session, fundamental truths about universal emotional needs emerged. With the identifying characteristics of clothing stripped away from us, a warm work light on, and the camera observing silently, a timeless environment developed in which the need for protection, for encompassing arms to protect one another, was summoned. That I was able to snuggle so safely in the harbor of this man’s chest and feel so secure there, our being able to share this moment after knowing each other only briefly, astounded me. This is why I continually photograph people nude, to show that in and under the skin we are all much the same.