Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man read more

Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited, and the wealth and confusion man has created. It is a major force in explaining man to man.

If the man who paints only the tree, or flower, or other surface he sees before him were an artist, read more

If the man who paints only the tree, or flower, or other surface he sees before him were an artist, the king of artists would be the photographer. It is for the artist to do something beyond this.

To me, photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place... I've found it read more

To me, photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place... I've found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.

I love the medium of photography, for with its unique realism it gives me the power to go beyond conventional read more

I love the medium of photography, for with its unique realism it gives me the power to go beyond conventional ways of seeing and understanding and say, "This is real, too."

Where there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with read more

Where there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us ro see.

I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do -- that was one of my favorite things about read more

I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do -- that was one of my favorite things about it, and when I first did it, I felt very perverse.

Photography is a major force in explaining man to man.

Photography is a major force in explaining man to man.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the read more

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.

When photography was invented it was thought to be an equivalent to truth, it was truth with a capital "T".

When photography was invented it was thought to be an equivalent to truth, it was truth with a capital "T".