“These things are not glorified, just recorded. Tattooed on the heart; burned into the family's history. This piecing together of the life of your child; this homage, this attempt to put it all in order; and even though you will… — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“But any picture could deal with the problem of light. The problem with this picture is greater than that of reflective surfaces - it's… — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“S___ likes being around other people; she just isn't particularly comfortable talking to them. She supposes that she is some variety of voyeur, enjoying… — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“You have to choose your combinations careful. The right choices will enhance your quilt. The wrong choices will dull the colors and hide their… — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“If I photograph you in the shadows, you become mysterious, perhaps unknowable. If I light you from above, so your eyelashes throw shadows on… — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“I have an affection for those transitional seasons, the way they take the edge off the intense cold of winter, or heat of summer.” — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“…that would be too much like running away, and that, she would not do. She does not run—they cannot make her—she walks.” — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“Julius explained that the palace rooms where they stood were called Wunderkammers, or wonder rooms. Souvenirs of nature, of travels across continents and seas;… — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“If the photographer isn't going to pay attention to the picture he is making, that if he thinks the camera is just a machine… — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“She remembered her fingers threaded through his hair and his kisses in places that made her long for him years later.” — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“No one fights dirtier or more brutally than blood; only family knows it’s own weaknesses, the exact placement of the heart. The tragedy is… — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
