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I took to photography like a duck to water. I never wanted to do anything else. Excitement about the subject read more
I took to photography like a duck to water. I never wanted to do anything else. Excitement about the subject is the voltage which pushes me over the mountain of drudgery necessary to produce the final photograph.
There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself, for what we see is read more
There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself, for what we see is what we are.
Photography is truth. And cinema is truth twenty-four times a second.
Photography is truth. And cinema is truth twenty-four times a second.
In my mind's eye, I visualize how a particular . . . sight and feeling will appear on a print. read more
In my mind's eye, I visualize how a particular . . . sight and feeling will appear on a print. If it excites me, there is a good chance it will make a good photograph. It is an intuitive sense, an ability that comes from a lot of practice.
Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs.
Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs.
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.
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.
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.
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.