[Photographer, b. 1914, St. Paul, Minnesota, d. 1975, New York.]
One becomes keenly alive to the seeking of picture material. It becomes part of your existence to make a visual report on a particular place or environment.
One morning I photographed a grain elevator: pure sun-brushed silo columns of cement rising from behind CB&Q freight car. The genius of Walker Evans and Charles Sheeler welded into one supreme photographic statement, I told myself. Then it occurred to me that it was I who was looking at the grain elevator. For the past year I had been sedulously aping the masters. And in Omaha I realized that I had developed my own style with the camera. I knew that I would photograph only what pleased me or astonished my eye, and only in the way I saw it.