Today a young visitor to my Sunday exhibit walked up to one of the photos, and while under the salvo of commands from her mother not to touch the photos, she points to where I had signed the mat and calls out to her sister and mother – “Look! The author’s name is there”.

 

I found that to be a very austere observation on her art. Every photographer is an author writing with light rather than ink a story of time, a statement of purpose, or a record of history that will never repeat again, ever.

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