the young faces, the eager eyes, the tender smiles
a kiss here, a glance there
it tugs and tugs laughter shrieking through the night a giggle floating on the water to change, to love, to understand
like a home you are strong, grounding me and all its inhabitants. you care to keep them safe but you choose who you let in and out. you show me comfort yet you can be broken and lonely. just know that sometimes your family may leave but we always know you are our home, our grounding structure.
"Compared to the painter the photographer has no established tradition to live on...The painter as soon as he begins to paint almost unconsciously assumes himself the honored or unappreciated present representative of a glorious past tradition. He has a respected past even if he has no standing as a respected citizen today. The photographer has no great tradition. He must gain all the respect he is to have by what he himself can actually do"