You've Got To Struggle Against The Pollution

Life Is Short. Forgive Quickly. Kiss Slowly.

To Freeze Time, To Hold On To Youth, This Business Makes No Sense. It's Always Time That Wins In The End.

You Know, They Always Say That The Photographer Is A Hunter Of Images. That Is A Flattering Image, The Idea Of A Hunter, It's Virile, Acquired Power. Actually Though, It Isn't That. We Are Really Fishermen With Hooks And Lines.

Some Days The Mere Fact Of Seeing Feels Like Perfect Happiness... You Feel So Rich You Long To Share Your Jubilation With Others. The Memory Of Such Moments Is My Most Precious Possession. Maybe Because There've Been So Few Of Them. A Hundredth Of A Second Here, A Hundredth Of A Second There-- Even If You Put Them End To End They Still Only Add Up To One, Two, Perhaps Three Seconds Snatched From Eternity.

You've Got To Struggle Against The Pollution Of Intelligence In Order To Become An Animal With Very Sharp Instincts - A Sort Of Intuitive Medium - So That To Photograph Becomes A Magical Act, And Slowly Other More Suggestive Images Begin To Appear Behind The Visible Image, For Which The Photographer Cannot Be Held Responsible.