I attempt to channel my anger into the tip of my forefinger as I press the shutter.
The most important thing. . . is not clicking the shutter. . . it is clicking with the subject.
If you see something you have seen before, don't click the shutter.
We are poor, indeed, when we have no half-wishes left us. The heart and the imagination close the shutters the instant they are gone.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
It’s not when you press the shutter, but why you press the shutter.
In a sick-room or a bed-room there should never be shutters shut.
I keep the shutters closed because I like to work in a hermetic environment. I like mirrors. When you look out of the window, all you see is ugliness, but when you look in the mirror all you see is beauty.
When your mouth drops open, click the shutter.
