I Didn’t Write The Rules. Why Would

I Would That My Photographs Might Be, Not The Coverage Of A News Event, But An Indictment Of War - The Brutal Corrupting Viciousness Of Its Doing To The Minds And Bodies Of Men; And, That My Photographs Might Be A Powerful Emotional Catalyst To The Reasoning Which Would Help This Vile And Criminal Stupidity From Beginning Again.

Available Light Is Any Damn Light That Is Available!

I Am An Idealist. I Often Feel I Would Like To Be An Artist In An Ivory Tower. Yet It Is Imperative That I Speak To People, So I Must Desert That Ivory Tower. To Do This, I Am A Journalist - A Photojournalist. But I Am Always Torn Between The Attitude Of The Journalist, Who Is A Recorder Of Facts, And The Artist, Who Is Often Necessarily At Odds With The Facts. My Principle Concern Is For Honesty, Above All Honesty With Myself.

Photography Is A Small Voice, At Best, But Sometimes One Photograph, Or A Group Of Them, Can Lure Our Sense Of Awareness.

...and Each Time I Pressed The Shutter Release It Was A Shouted Condemnation Hurled With The Hope That The Picture Might Survive Through The Years, With The Hope That They Might Echo Through The Minds Of Men In The Future - Causing Them Caution And Remembrance And Realization.