Beyond Doubt, There Was A Certain Splendor

When A Captive Lion Steps Out Of His Cage, He Comes Into A Wider World Than The Lion Who Has Known Only The Wilds. While He Was In Captivity, There Were Only Two Worlds For Him - The World Of The Cage, And The World Outside The Cage. Now He Is Free. He Roars. He Attacks People. He Eats Them. Yet He Is Not Satisfied, For There Is No Third World That Is Neither The World Of The Cage Nor The World Outside The Cage.

Again And Again, The Cicada's Untiring Cry Pierced The Sultry Summer Air Like A Needle At Work On Thick Cotton Cloth.

I Had No Taste For Defeat - Much Less Victory - Without A Fight.

Abruptly He Thrust His Snow-drenched Leather Gloves Against My Cheeks. I Dodged. A Raw Carnal Feeling Blazed Up Within Me, Branding My Cheeks. I Felt Myself Staring At Him With Crystal Clear Eyes... From That Time On I Was In Love With Omi.

If The Photographer Is To Create Works That Will Stand For His Spirit In The Same Way As Artists In Other Genres, He Must First - Having No Ready-made, Abstract Components Such As Works And Sounds - Supply Other Means To Abstraction Instead.