...and each time I pressed the shutter release it was a shouted condemnation hurled with the hope that the picture might survive through the years, with the hope that they might echo through the minds of men in the future - causing them caution and remembrance and realization.

Photography is a small voice, at best, but sometimes one photograph, or a group of them, can lure our sense of awareness.

An artist must be ruthlessly selfish.

I didn’t write the rules. Why would I follow them?

With considerable soul searching, that to the utmost of my ability, I have let truth be the prejudice.

...and each time I pressed the shutter release it was a shouted condemnation hurled with the hope that the picture might survive through the years, with the hope that they might echo through the minds of men in the future - causing them caution and remembrance and realization.

My pictures are complex and so am I.