In winter 1972, Ralph Hoagland, who owns the Orson Welles Cinema, got a bright idea: I should take pictures of him and his wife Molly making love. I thought about it for a couple of days (was Ralph, whom I scarcely know, crazy or just incredibly sentimental?) and decided, why not. The pictures were nice: Bob Creeley wrote a poem to go with them; Coach House Press put the two together in a little Valentine book I decided to call His Idea, for Ralph. In their picture here, Ralph and Molly have come to get some prints and the first copies of the book. We gab and giggle, Molly describing how Ralph tricked her into getting on a plane to Puerto Rico for their fifteenth wedding anniversary. He had told her they were picking up a film director who was on crutches and needed their help getting down the ramp.
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