Ah poems amount to so little when you write them too early in your life. You ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness for a whole lifetime and a long one if possible, and then, at the very end, you might be able to write ten good lines.

- For the Sake of a Single Poem, Rainer Maria Rilke.

It occurred to me that I entered the world with the desire of photographers and poets. I have the mind of a clock and the desire to remember things in black and white. I might spend the days of my life learning to see the world through a piece of silver nitrate, but at the moment of inventory, at the time of summation or recollection when the work is nothing but a collection of artifacts, I will count myself fortunate to have produced one satisfying image. And this is what occupies me - to keen and invent that image - the immediate beauty and seduction of a lock mechanism, a colour or a scent, or the expression of an event, stylized and catalogued.