Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it read more

Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.

It is one thing to photograph people. It is another to make others care about them by revealing the core read more

It is one thing to photograph people. It is another to make others care about them by revealing the core of their humanness.

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."

A photograph is neither taken nor seized by force. It offers itself up. It is the photo that takes you. read more

A photograph is neither taken nor seized by force. It offers itself up. It is the photo that takes you. One must not take photos.

Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.

Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.

If photography were difficult in the true sense . . . that the creation of a simple photograph would entail read more

If photography were difficult in the true sense . . . that the creation of a simple photograph would entail as much time and effort as the production of a good watercolor or etching -- there would be a vast improvement in total output.

I take photographs with love, so I try to make them art objects. But I make them for myself first read more

I take photographs with love, so I try to make them art objects. But I make them for myself first and foremost - that is important.

You know what a camera is? A mirror with memory.

You know what a camera is? A mirror with memory.

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.