Stare, Pry, Listen, Eavesdrop. Die

I Say Half Jokingly That Photography Is The Most Difficult Of The Arts. It Does Require A Certain Arrogance To See And To Choose. I Feel Myself Walking On A Tightrope Instead Of On The Ground.

Photography Is Not Cute Cats, Nor Nudes, Motherhood Or Arrangements Of Manufactured Products. Under No Circumstances It Is Anything Ever Anywhere Near A Beach.

The Eye Traffics In Feelings, Not In Thoughts.

I Do Note That Photography, A Despised Medium To Work In, Is Full Of Empty Phonies And Worthless Commercial People. That Presents Quite A Challenge To The Man Who Can Take Delight In Being In A Very Difficult, Disdained Medium.

With The Camera, It's All Or Nothing. You Either Get What You're After At Once, Or What You Do Has To Be Worthless. I Don't Think The Essence Of Photography Has The Hand In It So Much. The Essence Is Done Very Quietly With A Flash Of The Mind, And With A Machine. I Think Too That Photography Is Editing, Editing After The Taking. After Knowing What To Take, You Have To Do The Editing.