In those days there was more question than there is nowadays whether photography was an art form.  This was never a problem for me.  Photography is its own art, ". . .a discovery of the world in terms of light."

How those photographs enriched my experience and understanding of life.   Cartier-Bresson was my earliest hero.  Looking over his work in collections (those "annuals") as a farm boy on tobacco road in the Piedmont of North Carolina, I yearned for a little 35mm Leica rangefinder and a knapsack with which to travel and photograph the world.  I dreamed of capturing--like Bresson--the essence of the eternal moment:  An embrace of lovers; bicyclists caught in some great design, the ineffable truth of which could  only be expressed visually; Language unable to express the true nature of the infinite heart of existence.

I went on to admire other great masters:  Edward Steichen,  Ansel Adams,  Minor White, Diane Arbus, and so many other great photographers (including WeeGee).

Anyway, on the following pages are some samples of my work.  Select Photographs, and  just click the "thumbnail" image to see the full-size picture.