A Kind Of Golden Hour One Remembers

Nothing Attracts Me Like A Closed Door. I Cannot Let My Camera Rest Until I Have Pried It Open.

A Kind Of Golden Hour One Remembers For A Life Time... Everything Was Touched With Magic.

War Makes Its Own Morals.

The Element Of Discovery Is Very Important. I Don't Repeat Myself Well. I Want And Need That Stimulus Of Walking Forward From One New World To Another. There Is Something Demoralizing About Going Back To A Place To Retake Pictures. You Can No Longer See Your Subjects In A Fresh Eye; You Keep Comparing Them With The Pictures You Hold In Your Memory. [the] World Was Full Of Discoveries Waiting To Be Made...(as A Photographer) I Could Share The Things I Saw And Learned...you Would React To Something All Others Might Walk By.

Life Wanted Faces That Would Express What We Wanted To Tell. Not Just The Unusual Or Striking Face, But The Face That Would Speak Out The Message From The Printed Page. I Am Always Looking For Some Typical Person Or Face That Will Tie The Picture Essay Together In A Human Way.