You Know, The Camera Is Not Meant

And I Think That After Nearly 85 Years Upon This Planet That I Have A Right After Working So Hard At Showing The Desolation And The Poverty, To Show Something Beautiful For Somebody As Well.

I Have Been Born Again And Again And Each Time, I Have Found Something To Love.

I'd Become Sort Of Involved In Things That Were Happening To People. No Matter What Color They Be, Whether They Be Indians, Or Negroes, The Poor White Person Or Anyone Who Was I Thought More Or Less Getting A Bad Shake.

I Was Born To A Black Childhood Of Confusion And Poverty. The Memory Of That Beginning Influences My Work Today, It Is Impossible Now To Photograph A Hungry Child Without Remembering The Hunger Of My Old Childhood.

But I Do Feel A Little Teeny Right Now That I'm Just About Ready To Start, And Winter Is Entering. Half Past Autumn Has Arrived.