Frank Meadow Sutcliffe
[Photographer, b. 1852, Headingley, Leeds, England, d. 1941, Whitby, England.]
May I say that a photograph gives us the naked truth, which has to be clothed by the imagination.
(1892) 
To some an extremely sharp picture may be positively painful, for it will perhaps disturb and break the train of thought, whereas a less-defined one would allow the mind to wander at its own sweet will.
[My mother] would have me smothered like the Princes in the Tower if I showed any inclination for being an artist. She thought all artists little better than lunatics.
I used to fill the slides with plates and go out into the country in search of the picturesque, but before I had got clear of the town, I had forgotten my quest altogether, for the camera began to get so heavy that the picturesque was forgotten and my thoughts were entirely confined to the burden on my back, and the weights I carried in either hand. Yet, as an Englishman, I did not like to feel beaten, so I used to trudge on, the camera getting heavier all the way, till at last a rest was imperative. If there happened to be a picture near the spot, well and good; if not I either went on or back as the spirit moved me.
(1900)
The person who looks at a photograph as a complete picture, unable to say anything about anything except the facts which existed at the moment of exposure, does not see very far.
