Most photographers seem to operate with a pane of glass between themselves and their subjects. They just can't get inside and know the subject.

My camera, my intentions stopped no man from falling. Nor did they aid him after he had fallen. It could be said that photographs be damned for they bind no wounds. Yet, I reasoned, if my photographs could cause compassionate horror within the viewer, they might also prod the conscience of that viewer into taking action.

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

What's the best type of light? Why that would be available light... and by available light I mean any damn light is available.

...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.

The first word I would remove from the folklore of journalism is the word objective.

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