Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. . . . One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.
I'm almost violent about that stuff - electronic manipulation of pictures. I think it's an abomination. I reject it all. I mean, it's OK for selling corn flakes or automobiles or for taking pimples out of Elizabeth Taylor's face, but it undermines the thing that photography is about, which is about observation and not about manipulation of images.