It's a strange sensation to see someone you know translated into black-and-white images and audio voice over. I imagine Dave feels the same way, as does anyone who has every been the subject of any kind of journalism. But overall the piece didn't make me uncomfortable. (If that sounds like an backhanded compliment, it's not.) It didn't unfairly idealize or doom the farming life. It didn't sensationalize the pain Dave felt when Connie died or the happiness we're happy he found with his second wife, Nancy. And when I could manage to step far enough away from the images to see them somewhat objectively, I could tell they were simply beautiful. And then I noticed who had made them. Aha, no wonder. Matt Eich and I got to know each other last year when I was organizing American Photo's Emerging Talent issue, in which he was featured. Being from Athens, I had to meet this kid studying there who was blowing everyone away with his talent when he was only 21. We had some drinks when I went home for the holidays and he came to see me last time he was in New York. It's a small, small world sometimes -- and it's nice to be reminded that photographs can make it even smaller.