Stare, Pry, Listen, Eavesdrop. Die Knowing Something.

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.

Do We Know What We Look Like? Not Really.

Color Tends To Corrupt Photography And Absolute Color Corrupts It Absolutely. Consider The Way Color Film Usually Renders Blue Sky, Green Foliage, Lipstick Red, And The Kiddies' Playsuit. These Are Four Simple Words Which Must Be Whispered: Color Photography Is Vulgar.

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.

When You Say Documentary, You Have To Have A Sophisticated Ear To Receive That Word. It Should Be Documentary Style, Because Documentary Is Police Photography Of A Scene And A Murder ... That's A Real Document. You See, Art Is Really Useless, And A Document Has Use. And Therefore, Art Is Never A Document, But It Can Adopt That Style. I Do It. I'm Called A Documentary Photographer. But That Presupposes A Quite Subtle Knowledge Of This Distinction.