The Best Lesson I Was Given Is

I Think Of Myself As A Writer Who Photographs. Images, For Me, Can Be Considered Poems, Short Stories Or Essays. And I've Always Thought The Best Place For My Photographs Was Inside Books Of My Own Creation.

The Class That I Teach Is Called "the Life Of A Photograph." It Takes Up The Question, Of The Billion Photographs That Were Taken Today, How Many Will Have A Life, And Why? So The New Reality Has Made The Question More Pertinent, Not Less Pertinent.

Photographs That Transcend But Do Not Deny Their Literal Situation Appeal To Me.

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.

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.