The Longer We Lived With It The

When Assignments Were Over, Photography Continued. One Of The Primary Reasons It Did Was That I Wanted And Needed To Have Fresh Work. Also, It's Very Stimulating To Be Around Non-professional Photographers. They're The Ones With The Purest Flame Burning About Their Photography. I Appreciate That.

I Think Of Myself As A Writer Who Photographs. Images, For Me, Can Be Considered Poems, Short Stories Or Essays. And I've Always Thought The Best Place For My Photographs Was Inside Books Of My Own Creation.

The Class That I Teach Is Called "the Life Of A Photograph." It Takes Up The Question, Of The Billion Photographs That Were Taken Today, How Many Will Have A Life, And Why? So The New Reality Has Made The Question More Pertinent, Not Less Pertinent.

Photography, Alone Of The Arts, Seems Perfected To Serve The Desire Humans Have For A Moment - This Very Moment - To Stay.

Typically I See It With Photographers Who Go To A Place Like India Or Nepal, And Everything's So Colorful And Exotic And They Think, Therefore, A Picture's Been Taken.