To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
Henri Cartier-Bresson
He was much too tired to travel on the road.
There’s nothing left to us, now, but one another.
On the road he could walk with sorrow, as he walked through the rain.
The sun, it’s like we could all get out and live again.