To photograph, perhaps, is to breathe. Don’t we feel an unassailable need to stop time? I certainly do at every moment, at every instant…to write my own discourse. Putting it down in tiny digital bits or on silver plates, it doesn’t matter to me.
I’ve been making photographs for years and have not come to a difinitive conclusion. It could be that I’ve become a worse photographer in that time. Trial and error, digital and analog. You learn it, you listen, and then you forget everything, starting again from scratch. Explore the streets whether they’re full or empty, find that special instant, the instant, and then leave it behind. To share or forget; this could be the most difficult decision there is.