[Photographer, b. 1946, Floral Park, Long Island, d. 1989, Boston, Massachusetts.]
I went into photography because it seemed like the perfect vehicle for commenting on the madness of today’s existence.
[Photographer and writer, b. 1937, Orange, New Jersey, lives in Astoria, Oregon.]
Scenic grandeur is today sometimes painful. The beautiful places to which we journey for inspiration surprise us by the melancholy they can induce... Unspoiled places sadden us because they are, in an important sense, no longer true.
[Photographer and artist, b. 1898, Kovno, Russia (now Kaunas, Lithuania), d. 1969, New York.]
I became interested in photography when I found my own sketching was inadequate.
[Photographer, b. 1946, Neuilly, France, lives in New York.]
I am bad at memory—this is why I shoot pictures.
[Artist, b. 1968, Redondo Beach, California, lives in Los Angeles.]
I am fascinated by the indecisive moment and the peripheral view.
[Photographer, b. 1921, Boston, Massachusetts, d. 1985, New York.]
My mother said that when I was young I was constantly saying, “Look at this—Look at that.” I think that taking pictures must be my way of asking people to “Look at this—Look at that.” If my photographs make the viewer feel what I did when I first took them—“Isn’t this funny... terrible... moving... beautiful?”—then I’ve accomplished my purpose.
[Artist, b. 1943, Holyoke, Massachusetts, lives in New York.]
I was born on a tiny cot in southwestern Massachusetts during World War II. A sickly child, I turned to photography to overcome my loneliness and isolation.
Julia Margaret Cameron
[Photographer, b. 1815, Calcutta, India, d. 1879, Kalutara, Ceylon.]
I longed to arrest all beauty that came before me, and at length the longing has been satisfied.