Gold medals aren't really made of gold. They're made of sweat, determination, and a hard-to-find alloy called guts.
Actually, when I first started dabbling in photography, I was still working for my parents as a salesman.
Many people who excel are self-taught.
I think a lot of the time these days people are so concerned about having the right camera and the right film and the right lenses and all the special effects that go along with it, even the computer, that they're missing the key element.
I like form and shape and strength in pictures.
Regardless of whether you speak the language or are familiar with a culture, the picture should hold up.
For me, the most important thing I learned was just honing my eye. I think I had a good eye.
Doesn't matter whether it's a teen girl who's pregnant, hasn't told her parents, or an elderly couple dealing with one of them being diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Those are real people to me. Those are the people I dealt with every single day.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,-- 'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.
Photographs that transcend but do not deny their literal situation appeal to me.
Seven hearts the journey make. Seven ways the hearts will break. Bravest heart will carry on When sleep is death, and hope is gone. Look in the fiery jaws of fear And see the answer white and clear, Then throw away all thoughts of home, For only then your quest is done.