My picture, Fifth Avenue, Winter is the result of a three hours' stand during a fierce snow-storm on February 22nd 1893, awaiting the proper moment. ….

It is not art in the professionalized sense about which I care, but that which is created sacredly, as a result of a deep inner experience, with all ….

As a matter of fact, nearly all the greatest work is being, and has always been done, by those who are following photography for the love of it, and ….

In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality..