Photography happens in fractions of seconds. If you totaled the precise time it took to make every image in the book and combined them, it would only amount to a few seconds. In each image, in every frame, there is the moment when the photographer chose to record the image. It is not the camera that makes the picture, it is the photographer.
Photographers are collectors, every one of them. Some collect bits and pieces of various subjects while others become obsessed with only one. We should be thankful to these compulsive individuals who CAN NOT quit. It is through their obsession that history is archived, various stories are collected and told with their single voice running through them, preserved for those that follow.
In the corporate world, photography is an integral component of commerce, advertising, and information transfer. Photography brings the world to us: art, architecture, fashion, nature, war, and far-off lands. Virtually every aspect of our daily lives is influenced by images and to such a degree that we rarely even think about it. Photography has become commonplace, expected.
When granted access, photographers often have a pass into worlds that few others see in person. It can be both blessing and a curse, as photographers have seen both the best and worst of humanity. For the viewer, it is a glimpse into a locked room, forgotten culture, the end zone, the horrors of war, the mind of an artist or the chance to study every detail of a famous face...
In the natural world, there must be a balance; man, animals and mother Earth, sharing the same space. An image that can harness this balance can be extremely powerful: a perfect circle of barracuda, a bond between man and dog, an eagle hunter from an ancient world. And when the balance is disrupted, we too are drawn to see the evils with our own eyes. We can’t look, but we can’t look away.