I used to think a good photograph ends the moment you press the shutter. The book taught me it’s just the beginning. It starts conversations, evokes reactions, sits in your memory, pokes at your thoughts.

Will everyone see what I see? Probably not. And that’s fine. I offer my perspective; you bring yours. My urge to impress is gradually fading. I used to think materials were subjects. Then as I matured, it was the light. Now I wonder, it had always been me.