The Infrared Lament is a funeral pyre for the death of the only decent infrared black and white film that Kodak used to sell. I have been primarily using this black and white infrared film for the past decade and on. Whenever I envision and compose photos I see with infrared eyes. Information, energy, wavelengths, reflections, absorption gets imported to the processor inside my head. The wonder of infrared comes from another mysterious planet locked in the unique material deposited onto a strip of plastic. This collection of photos is of my friends and family. Volume Two of The Infrared Lament, of thing and places not human will come later.