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When I Started To Be Published I Thought About Margaret Bourke-white And The Whole Journalistic Approach To Things. I Believed I Was Supposed To Catch Life Going By Me - That I Wasn't To Alter It Or Tamper With It - That I Was Just To Watch What Was Going On And Report It As Best I Could. This Shoot With John Was Different. I Got Involved, And I Realized That You Can't Help But Be Touched By What Goes On In Front Of You. I No Longer Believe That There Is Such A Thing As Objectivity.

When I'm Asked About My Work, I Try To Explain That There Is No Mystery Involved. It Is Work. But Things Happen All The Time That Are Unexpected, Uncontrolled, Unexplainable, Even Magical. The Work Prepares You For That Moment. Suddenly The Clouds Roll In And The Soft Light You Longed For Appears.

It's A Heavy Weight, The Camera. Now We Have Modern And Lightweight, Small Plastic Cameras, But In The '70s They Were Heavy Metal.

People Buy Ideas, They Don't Buy Photographs.

You Don't Have To Sort Of Enhance Reality. There Is Nothing Stranger Than Truth.