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It Gets To Seem As If Way Back In The Garden Of Eden After The Fall, Adam And Eve Had Begged The Lord To Forgive Them And He, In His Boundless Exasperation, Had Said, "all Right, Then. Stay. Stay In The Garden. Get Civilized. Procreate. Muck It Up." And They Did.

Freaks Was A Thing I Photographed A Lot. It Was One Of The First Things I Photographed And It Had A Terrific Kind Of Excitement For Me. I Just Used To Adore Them. I Still Do Adore Some Of Them. I Don't Quite Mean They're My Best Friends But They Made Me Feel A Mixture Of Shame And Awe.

We've All Got An Identity. You Can't Avoid It. It's What's Left When You Take Everything Else Away.

It Would Be Beautiful To Photograph The Winners Of Everything From Nobel To Booby Prize, Clutching Trophy, Or Money Or Certificate, Solemn Or Smiling Or Tear Stained Or Bloody, On The Precarious Pinnacle Of The Human Landscape.

I Used To Have This Notion When I Was A Kid That The Minute You Said Anything, It Was No Longer True. Of Course It Would Have Driven Me Crazy Very Rapidly If I Hadn't Dropped It, But There's Something Similar In What I'm Trying To Say. That Once It's Been Done, You Want To Go Someplace Else. There's Just Some Sense Of Straining.