![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaG0yUOgRwfkRNkIi3qarH_Rbc-N_KyrvUqvdqp-VOhQeNW32UBGaBnSh8XiG8UPnIm2m99SVxmoCuniMCKs8EqI_hxrYIY8YHr2EHdrm1Qyyp9IM9d6JEi9xUv-rSTbfv6dm3QrMmEkgi/w640-h528/Lynne+Cohen+at+Jacky+Strenz.jpg)
(link)
The dryness of black and white documentary photography becomes a deadpan. Something you can't quite call comedy. But might. That same small twist of sense. Sometimes the world doesn't acquiesce to staid photographic capture; sometimes the world seems to sort of fight back. Seems too absurd for its clinical silver. Cohen seems to seek out these moments.