It is not altogether wrong to say that there is no such thing as a bad photograph - only less interesting, less relevant, less mysterious ones.

The only interesting answers are those that destroy the questions.

Mallarme said that everything in the world exists in order to end in a book. Today everything exists to end in a photograph.

A family's photograph album is generally about the extended family and, often, is all that remains of it.

To take a photograph is to participate in another person's mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.