I admired a tremendous number of photographers, but for some reason I arrived at a point of view of my own.

I have a deep-seated distrust and even contempt for people who are driven by ambition to conquer the world … those who cannot control themselves and produce vast amounts of crap that no one cares about. I find it unattractive. I like the Zen artists: they’d do some work, and then they’d stop for a while.

I admired a tremendous number of photographers, but for some reason I arrived at a point of view of my own.

I leave these speculations to others. It’s quite possible that my work represents a search for beauty in the most prosaic and ordinary places. One doesn’t have to be in some faraway dreamland in order to find beauty.

There are the things that are out in the open and then there are the things that are hidden, and life has more to do, the real world has more to do with what is hidden, maybe. You think?

If I’d only known which [photographs] would be very good and liked, I wouldn’t have had to do all the thousands of others.

I don’t have a philosophy. I have a camera.