Photography, Alone Of The Arts, Seems Perfected

A Very Big Part Of The Life Of A Photograph Is The Afterlife.

I Had Luck, But I Worked Hard And I Suffered. It's Not Just Photography I'm Talking About. It's About Whatever Dream You Want It To Be.

Above All, It's Hard Learning To Live With Vivid Mental Images Of Scenes I Cared For And Failed To Photograph. It Is The Edgy Existence Within Me Of These Unmade Images That Is The Only Assurance That The Best Photographs Are Yet To Be Made.

It Matters Little How Much Equipment We Use; It Matters Much That We Be Masters Of All We Do Use.

My Parents, Grandmother And Brother Were Teachers. My Mother Taught Latin And French And Was The School Librarian. My Father Taught Geography And A Popular Class Called Family Living, The Precursor To Sociology, Which He Eventually Taught. My Grandmother Was A Beloved One-room School Teacher At Knob School, Near Sonora In Larue County, Ky.