Why I Photograph
There were books, long before the camera. Thick encyclopaedias, their pages faintly yellowed, smelling of glue and printed paper. I was nine, ten, maybe twelve. I opened them without looking…
There were books, long before the camera. Thick encyclopaedias, their pages faintly yellowed, smelling of glue and printed paper. I was nine, ten, maybe twelve. I opened them without looking…