I have always stood in awe of the camera. I recognize it for the instrument it is, part Stradivarius, part scalpel.

It is the photographer, not the camera, that is the instrument.

Sensitive people faced with the prospect of a camera portrait put on a face they think is the one they would like to show to the world... Every so often what lies behind the facade is rare and more wonderful than the subject knows or dares to believe.

I like to work my camera as if it were a musical instrument.

The camera is no more an instrument of preservation, the image is.

We stood in awe as the male romped about in the saplings around our entrance trail, flicking his wings and white flank plumes, and whistling his sweet two-note song for the female-plumaged bird. I was too spellbound to go get my camera.