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
The thief was out of sight.
These things take time.
There are a few other people like me out there.
Perhaps there was hope still.
They thought I was the nanny.
Dots and squiggly lines, he said.
Days passed.
I’d believe almost anything in this world.
Like everything is for sale.
I love this time, the calm before.
They met one summer day.
What are you doing here?
You know that visitors aren’t allowed.
What do you think about the future of pyramids?
Besides, an outlaw is guilty by definition.
I think you better let me call you a cab.
Look, who are you, anyway?
We had to ride fast because we were naked and the sun was hot.
In the beginning was the word and the word was CHOICE.