I Thought I Was Taking Pictures Of

I've Been So Lonely Trying To Become A Photographer. If I'd Known That Before, I Don't Know If I Had The Courage To Do It Again. You Get To A Point Where You Feel That You Have Something That Is Your Own. And If You Don't Find An Audience For It, You Are Going To Burst.

The Thing That Keeps You Scrambling Over The Rocks, Risking Snakes, And Swatting At The Flies Is The View. It Is Only Your Enjoyment Of And Commitment To What You See, Not To What You Rationally Understand, That Balances The Otherwise Absurd Investment Of Labor.

... If We Consider The Difference Between William Henry Jackson Packing In His Camera By Mule, And The Person Stepping For A Moment From His Car To Take A Picture With His Instamatic, It Becomes Clear How Some Of Our Space Has Vanished; If The Time It Takes To Cross Space Is A Way By Which We Define It, Then To Arrive At A View Of Space 'in No Time' Is To Have Denied Its Reality.

Invention In Photography Is So Laborious As To Be In Most Instances Perverse.

What We Hope For From The Artist Is Help In Discovering The Significance Of A Place. In This Sense We Would Choose In Most Respects For Thirty Minutes With Edward Hopper’s Painting Sunday Morning To Thirty Minutes On The Street That Was His Subject; With Hopper’s Vision We See More.