The mere attempt to examine my own confusion would consume volumes.

God doesn't believe in the easy way.

This continent, an open palm spread frank before the sky.

You must be in tune with the times and prepared to break with tradition.

Several tons of dynamite are set off in this picture - none of it under the right people.

We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee, in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child.

It is a peculiar part of the good photographer's adventure to know where luck is most likely to lie in the stream, to hook it, and to bring it in without unfair play and without too much subduing it.