photography

Life's the picture. But all good photographers know you gotta have the right lens.

Photography is all about the perspective!

Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday.

While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.

All photographers have to do, is find and catch the story-telling moment.

Photographers are artists, they capture and bring emotion in the motions of life.

Sometimes stories are too long and hard to tell. That's why Photography exists.

Ironically, the only way to see clearly is to stand at a distance. You might be focused, but that doesn't mean you are seeing correctly. Sometimes, you have you to grab the camera from the idiot taking all the shots in your life because they don't realize the lens is dirty.

The more of us that feel the universe, the better off we will be in this world.

I had a dream about you last night. We were in your old Civic. Nine Inch Nails was turned up on the stereo and I was taking pictures of you behind the wheel with my disposable camera. We went through the drive through at El Pollo Loco, placed an order for a hundred bucks worth of food, and then just drove off at the window. I miss being stupid with you.

If there were lies to photography, I figured, there was truth too, truths we__ never see if not through the dispassionate glass eye of a camera.

Photography is without mercy--though it's nonsense to say it does not lie. Rather, it lies in a particular, capricious way which makes beggars of ministers and gods of cat's meat men.

She had the most beautiful awkwardness

Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?

Those static images have the uncanny ability to jar the memory and bring places and people back to life. They bridge the present with the past and validate as real what the passage of time has turned into hazy recollections. Were it not for them, my experiences would have remained as just imperfect memories of perfect moments.

Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn__ been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me.

Put that thing down, girl. Don't you know it steals part of your soul, that little mechanical masterpiece you hold so frivolously? Don't you know it's not just mine it seals into its gears and trick mirrors, but yours, too. What you feel at this moment, what you hope for, what your dreams are, what you think your future will unfold like, it steals it all from you, too. You aren't safe just because of the side of the lens you're on. And later, when everything is said and done, and you want to forget everything that happened in these walls, when you're all alone, this picture, this piece of your soul you didn't even know was gone, will haunt you. It will come bearing knives and AKs and nine millimeters, and it will destroy you from the inside out. Put that damned thing down and stop acting like any of this is something worth remembering.

Photographing a culture in the here and now often means photographing the intersection of the present with the past.