| Photography is about finding out what can | A great photograph is one that fully expresses |
| happen in the frame. When you put four | what one feels, in the deepest sense, about |
| edges around some facts, you change those | what is being photographed. - Ansel |
| facts. - Gary Winogrand | Adams |
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| I think you have to have a real point of view | You can find pictures anywhere. It's simply a |
| that's your own. You have to tell it your way. | matter of noticing things and organizing them. |
| And, I think that it's a mistake to shoot for a | You just have to care about what's around you |
| specific magazine's point of view because it's | and have a concern with humanity and the |
| never going to be as good. You have to shoot | human comedy. - Elliott Erwitt |
| for yourself and photograph [the way] you | |
| believe it. - Mary Ellen Mark | |
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| [Photography] is a way of feeling, of touching, | A mad, keen photographer needs to get out |
| of loving. What you have caught on film is | into the world and work and make mistakes. |
| captured forever . . . it remembers little things, | - Sam Abell |
| long after you have forgotten everything. | |
| - Aaron Siskind | The difficulty with color is to go beyond the |
| | fact that it's color to have it be not just a |
| It is not the language of painters but the | colorful picture but really be a picture about |
| language of nature which one should listen to. | something. It's difficult. So often color gets |
| . . . The feeling for the things themselves, for | caught up in color, and it becomes merely |
| reality, is more important than the feeling for | decorative. Some photographers use [ it ] |
| pictures. - Vincent Van Gogh | brilliantly to make visual statements combining |
| | color and content; otherwise it is empty. |
| | - Mary Ellen Mark |
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