Just Spunk Won't Be Enough; You've Got

Some People Get Where They Hope To In This World. Most Of Us Don't.

This Continent, An Open Palm Spread Frank Before The Sky.

By Some Chance, Here They Are, All On This Earth; And Who Shall Ever Tell The Sorrow Of Being On This Earth, Lying, On Quilts, On The Grass In A Summer Evening, Among The Sounds Of The Night. May God Bless My People, My Uncle, My Aunt, My Mother, My Good Father, Oh, Remember Them Kindly In Their Time Of Trouble; And In The Hour Of Their Taking Away.

As Small, Quick, Foolproof Cameras Became Generally Available, Moreover, The Camera Has Been Used So Much And So Flabbily By So Many People That It Has Acted As A Sort Of Contraceptive On The Ability To See.

It Is A Peculiar Part Of The Good Photographer's Adventure To Know Where Luck Is Most Likely To Lie In The Stream, To Hook It, And To Bring It In Without Unfair Play And Without Too Much Subduing It.