One Day I Will Find The Right

The Truth Of The Matter Is We Don't Understand Our Women; We Blame On Them And It's All Our Fault.

I'd Sleep And Forget It; I Had My Own Life, My Own Sad And Ragged Life Forever.

I Was Halfway Across America, At The Dividing Line Between The East Of My Youth And The West Of My Future.

On Soft Spring Nights I'll Stand In The Yard Under The Stars - Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet - And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That - There's No Need To Say Another Word.

...[the Photographer] Can Be Considered A Kind Of Disembodied Burrowing Eye, A Conspirator Against Time And Its Hammers. His Work, Print After Print Of It, Seems To Call To Be Shown Before The Decay Which It Portrays Flattens All... Here Are The Records Of The Age Before An Imminent Collapse.