It's Seldom You Make A Great Picture.

The Camera Can Be A Machine Gun, A Warm Kiss, A Sketchbook. Shooting A Camera Is Like Saying, Yes, Yes, Yes. There Is No Maybe. All The Maybes Should Go In The Trash.

Time Runs And Flows And Only Our Death Succeeds In Catching Up With It. Photography Is A Blade Which, In Eternity, Impales The Dazzling Moment.

Photography Is, For Me, A Spontaneous Impulse Coming From An Ever Attentive Eye Which Captures The Moment And Its Eternity.

Photography Must Seize Upon This Moment And Hold Immobile The Equilibrium Of It. The Photographers Eye Is Perpetually Evaluating. A Photographer Can Bring Coincidence Of Line Simply By Moving His Head A Fraction Of A Millimeter. He Can Modify Perspectives By A Slight Bending Of The Knees. By Placing The Camera Closer To Or Farther From The Subject, He Draws A Detail — And It Can Be Subordinated, Or He Can Be Tyrannized By It.

In Photography, The Smallest Thing Can Become A Big Subject, An Insignificant Human Detail Can Become A Leitmotiv. We See And We Make Seen As A Witness To The World Around Us; The Event, In Its Natural Activity, Generates An Organic Rhythm Of Forms.