My photographs don’t do me justice – they just look like me.
Twelve photographs that matter in a year is a good crop for any photographer.
A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there – even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity.
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.
A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years, but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of Mother or Father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That […]
A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
The camera cannot lie, but it can be an accessory to untruth.
There are no maps to where no one has gone before.
Calvin: Dad, how come old photographs are always black and white? Didn’t they have color film back then? Dad: Sure they did. In fact, those old photographs are in color. It’s just the world was black and white then. Calvin: Really? Dad: Yep. The world didn’t turn color until sometime in the 1930s, and it […]
A sailor complained to Picasso that his paintings were not realistic, and then took out a tiny snapshot of his child for the painter to see. Picasso squinted seriously at the snapshot and handed it back to the father, merely saying, “Small, isn’t she?”