Photography is poetry. A movie is a story, but a photograph is a poem.
Robert Frost is not ee cumming is not Andrew Marvell. Just so: Henri Cartier-Bresson isn’t Ansel Adams or Galen Rowell.
What kind of poem is my photograph of dawn reflected in the Merced River in Yosemite Valley’s winter?
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