Available Light Is Any Damn Light That

With Considerable Soul Searching, That To The Utmost Of My Ability, I Have Let Truth Be The Prejudice.

My Camera, My Intentions Stopped No Man From Falling. Nor Did They Aid Him After He Had Fallen. It Could Be Said That Photographs Be Damned For They Bind No Wounds. Yet, I Reasoned, If My Photographs Could Cause Compassionate Horror Within The Viewer, They Might Also Prod The Conscience Of That Viewer Into Taking Action.

I Can’t Stand These Damn Shows On Museum Walls With Neat Little Frames, Where You Look At The Images As If They Were Pieces Of Art. I Want Them To Be Pieces Of Life!

Negatives Are The Notebooks, The Jottings, The False Starts, The Whims, The Poor Drafts, And The Good Draft But Never The Completed Version Of The Work The Print And A Proper One Is The Only Completed Photograph, Whether It Is Specifically Shaded For Reproduction, Or For A Museum Wall.

Never Have I Found The Limits Of The Photographic Potential. Every Horizon, Upon Being Reached, Reveals Another Beckoning In The Distance. Always, I Am On The Threshold.