no. 366

"Don't talk to me about digital. I've got Hypo in my veins. The stains you see on my shirt are Dektol. I like the Darkroom, the radio, the yellow light glowing. I rip the printing paper into quarters. One square is swimming in the Dektol. Through the clear brown liquid, I see my work emerging-my picture. Then I take it, the little piece, and give it away, a gift, to the person pictured in it, a return for what they have given me. Thirty years past. People die. Children grow old. They keep the little piece, stuck on the walls with thumbtacks, creased and stained: themselves, young and alive, forever. That is photography."

Danny Lyon