I Had Luck, But I Worked Hard

I Was Giving A Lecture And I Said, That's Enough About The Photographic Life, Meaning My Biography, Now Let's Talk About The Life Of A Photograph. And In That One Instant I Got The Title For A Potential Next Book.

People Say To Me, "who's Your Favorite Kind Of Photographer?" Or "who Would Be Your Favorite Photographer To Have In A Workshop?" And I Always Say, "my Dad."

When Assignments Were Over, Photography Continued. One Of The Primary Reasons It Did Was That I Wanted And Needed To Have Fresh Work. Also, It's Very Stimulating To Be Around Non-professional Photographers. They're The Ones With The Purest Flame Burning About Their Photography. I Appreciate That.

There Are A Lot Of Ways To Be Expressive In Life, But I Wasn't Good At Some Of Them. Music, For Instance. I Was A Distinct Failure With The Cello. Eventually, My Parents Sold The Cello And Bought A Vacuum Cleaner. The Sound In Our Home Improved.

In My First Class At The University Of Kentucky, My American Literature Professor Came In, And The First Sentence Out Of His Mouth Was "the Central Theme Of American Literature Is An Attempt To Reconcile What We've Done To The New World." Wrote That Down In My Notebook, And Thought, "what Is He Talking About?" But That's What I Think About Now. The New World And What We've Done To It.