You know, the camera is not meant just to show misery.
And now, I feel at 85, I really feel that I'm just ready to start.
The subject matter is so much more important than the photographer.
I suffered evils, but without allowing them to rob me of the freedom to expand.
Washington, D.C. in 1942 was not the easiest place in the world for a Negro to get along.
I bought my first camera in Seattle, Washington. Only paid about seven dollars and fifty cents for it.
The guy who takes a chance, who walks the line between the known and unknown, who is unafraid of failure, will succeed.
But I do feel a little teeny right now that I'm just about ready to start, and winter is entering. Half past autumn has arrived.
I think maybe the rural influence in my life helped me in a sense, of knowing how to get close to people and talk to them and get my work done.
The man at Kodak told me the shots were very good and if I kept it up, they would give me an exhibition. Later, Kodak gave me my first exhibition.