Thoughts on photography
by David Wojnarowicz
Whenever I ride into a new place for the first time, there is this strange unknown beauty.
A fierce attempt to experience freedom and that elusive thing we call life, in all its diversity and variousness.
Are photographs just tiny windows looking onto the world, frozen moments of it that lie flat and quiet without sound or movement?
History is made and preserved by and for particular classes of people. A camera in some hands can preserve an alternate history.
