I Think All Art Is About Control,

For Hours She Danced And Sang And Flirted And Did This Thing That's-she Did Marilyn Monroe. And Then There Was The Inevitable Drop. And When The Night Was Over And The White Wine Was Over And The Dancing Was Over, She Sat In The Corner Like A Child, With Everything Gone. I Saw Her Sitting Quietly Without Expression On Her Face, And I Walked Towards Her But I Wouldn't Photograph Her Without Her Knowledge Of It. And As I Came With The Camera, I Saw That She Was Not Saying No.

How Many Pictures Have You Torn Up Because You Hate Them? What Ends Up In Your Scrapbook? The Pictures Where You Look Like A Good Guy And A Good Family Man, And The Children Look Adorable - And They're Screaming The Next Minute. I've Never Seen A Family Album Of Screaming People.

People — Running From Unhappiness, Hiding In Power — Are Locked Within Their Reputations, Ambitions, Beliefs.

My Portraits Are More About Me Than They Are About The People I Photograph.

I'm Beginning To Feel Like This. Caught The Incredible Sunshine Just In The Nick Of Time Today On My Walk. The Wall Of Rain Approaching From The West Desert Was Pretty Spectacular, Too. Along With Being Gorgeous, It Was Sooo Muddy. Which Made Driving Home In No Shoes So Very Fun :) If Only I Could Post Photos Here! A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, Yes? If A Day Goes By Without My Doing Something Related To Photography, It's As Though I've Neglected Something Essential To My Existence, As Though I Had Forgotten To Wake Up.