The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.
From the first moment I handled my lens with a tender ardour.
Growth is a spiral process, doubling back on itself, reassessing and regrouping.
I longed to arrest all beauty that came before me, and at length the longing has been satisfied.
When we are angry or depressed in our creativity, we have misplaced our power. We have allowed someone else to determine our worth, and then we are angry at being undervalued.
When I have had such men before my camera my whole soul has endeavored to do its duty towards them in recording faithfully the greatness of the inner as well as the features of the outer man. The photograph thus taken has been almost the embodiment of a prayer.