Ask photographers to write and they have nothing to say; ask them to talk about their work and they won't shut up.

A photograph is a picture and no more true or false than any other depiction; why is that so hard to comprehend?

Think clearly, act sensibly, commit yourself to caring and work hard in order to discover joy. Then give the images back to the world from which they were taken.

...photographers who carry 60 pounds of equipment up a hill to photograph a view are not suffering enough, although their whining causes enough suffering among their listeners. No, if they really expect us to respect their search for enlightenment and artistic expression, in [the] future they will drag the equipment up the hill by their genitals and take the view with a tripod leg stuck through their foot.

Asked for your opinion on the prints, you have two choices: truth or tact. I ask for the bathroom.

When you can't think of anything else, photograph graffiti, nudes, or plants.

I seem to walk in the world as two people. The normal everyday-me is as preoccupied, unobservant and oblivious to visual clues as I ever was. Then there is the photographer-me, the one who has a camera in hand and a specific project in mind, and then the world suddenly jumps to life with potential pictures, as if a switch had been thrown in my brain and a different person is looking out of the same eyes.