Stare, Pry, Listen, Eavesdrop. Die Knowing Something.

The Photographs Are Not Illustrative. They, And The Text, Are Coequal, Mutually Independent, And Fully Collaborative. By Their Fewness, And By The Importance Of The Reader’s Eye, This Will Be Misunderstood By Most Of That Minority Which Does Not Wholly Ignore It. In The Interests, However, Of The History And Future Of Photography, That Risk Seems Irrelevant, And This Flat Statement Necessary.

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.

It Is The Way To Educate Your Eye And More. Stare, Pry, Listen, Eavesdrop.

It Is Easy To Imagine Fantasy As Physical And Myth As Real. We Do It Almost Every Moment. We Do This As We Dream, As We Think, And As We Cope With The World About Us. But These Worlds Of Fantasy That We Form Into The Solid Things Around Us Are The Source Of Our Discontent. They Inspire Our Search To Find Ourselves.

Whether He Is An Artist Or Not, The Photographer Is A Joyous Sensualist, For The Simple Reason That The Eye Traffics In Feelings, Not In Thoughts.