A Photographer Who Made A Picture From

Life Is Short. Forgive Quickly. Kiss Slowly.

A Memory From My Youth Comes Back To Me. You Go Into The Woods On A Bike, With A Girl. There Is The Smell Of Heather, You Can Hear The Wind In The Fir Trees, You Don't Dare Tell Her About Your Love, But You Feel Happy, As If You Were Floating Above The Ground. Then You Look At The Clouds Beyond The Trees And They Are Fleeting. And You Know That Within An Hour You'll Have To Go Home, That Tomorrow Will Be A Working Day. You Wish You Could Stop That Moment Forever, But You Can't, It Is Bound To End. So You Take A Photo, As If To Challenge Time.

I Don't Usually Give Out Advice Or Recipes, But You Must Let The Person Looking At The Photograph Go Some Of The Way To Finishing It. You Should Offer Them A Seed That Will Grow And Open Up Their Minds.

A Hundredth Of A Second Here, A Hundredth Of A Second There-even If You Put Them End To End, They Still Only Add Up To One, Two, Perhaps Three Seconds, Snatched From Eternity.

You've Got To Struggle Against The Pollution Of Intelligence In Order To Become An Animal With Very Sharp Instincts - A Sort Of Intuitive Medium - So That To Photograph Becomes A Magical Act, And Slowly Other More Suggestive Images Begin To Appear Behind The Visible Image, For Which The Photographer Cannot Be Held Responsible.