Going Around Under An Umbrella

In My Photographs It Is Apparent That There Was No Posing At The Moment I Released The Shutter.

Going Around Under An Umbrella Interferes With One's Looking Up At The Sky.

Physical Comfort Has Nothing To Do With Any Other Comfort.

In London, The Weather Would Affect Me Negatively. I React Strongly To Light. If It Is Cloudy And Raining, There Are Clouds And Rain In My Soul.

She Seemed To Belong To That Pagan, Primitive Kingdom Of Birds And Forests Where Everything Was Infinitely Abundant, Wild, Blooming, And Royal In Its Perpetual Decay, Death, And Rebirth; Illicit And Clashing With The Human World.