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And If A Day Goes By Without My Doing Something Related To Photography, It's As Though I've Neglected Something Essential To My Existence, As Though I Had Forgotten To Wake Up. I Know That The Accident Of My Being A Photographer Has Made My Life Possible.

My Photographs Don't Go Below The Surface. They Don't Go Below Anything. They're Readings Of The Surface. I Have Great Faith In Surfaces. A Good One Is Full Of Clues. But Whenever I Become Absorbed In The Beauty Of A Face, In The Excellence Of A Single Feature, I Feel I've Lost What's Really There Been Seduced By Someone Else's Standard Of Beauty Or By The Sitter's Own Idea Of The Best In Him. That's Not Usually The Best. So Each Sitting Becomes A Contest.

How Many Pictures Have You Torn Up Because You Hate Them? What Ends Up In Your Scrapbook? The Pictures Where You Look Like A Good Guy And A Good Family Man, And The Children Look Adorable - And They're Screaming The Next Minute. I've Never Seen A Family Album Of Screaming People.

People — Running From Unhappiness, Hiding In Power — Are Locked Within Their Reputations, Ambitions, Beliefs.

I Hate Cameras. They Interfere, They’re Always In The Way. I Wish: If I Could Just Work With My Eyes Alone. To Get A Satisfactory Print, One That Contains All That You Intended, Is Very Often More Difficult And Dangerous Than The Sitting Itself. When I’m Photographing, I Immediately Know When I’ve Got The Image I Really Want. But To Get The Image Out Of The Camera And Into The Open, Is Another Matter.