I Do Note That Photography, A Despised

Leaving Aside The Mysteries And The Inequities Of Human Talent, Brains, Taste, And Reputations, The Matter Of Art In Photography May Come Down To This: It Is The Capture And Projection Of The Delights Of Seeing; It Is The Defining Of Observation Full And Felt.

I Work Rather Blindly. I Have A Theory That Seems To Work With Me That Some Of The Best Things You Ever Do Sort Of Come Through You. You Don't Know Where You Get The Impetus And Response To What's Before Your Eyes.

Photography Is Not Cute Cats, Nor Nudes, Motherhood Or Arrangements Of Manufactured Products. Under No Circumstances It Is Anything Ever Anywhere Near A Beach.

That’s My Idea Of What A Portrait Ought To Be, Anonymous And Documentary And A Straightforward Picture Of Mankind.

With The Camera, It's All Or Nothing. You Either Get What You're After At Once, Or What You Do Has To Be Worthless. I Don't Think The Essence Of Photography Has The Hand In It So Much. The Essence Is Done Very Quietly With A Flash Of The Mind, And With A Machine. I Think Too That Photography Is Editing, Editing After The Taking. After Knowing What To Take, You Have To Do The Editing.