北山白雲裏 隱者自怡悅
相望試登高 心隨雁飛滅
愁因薄暮起 興是清秋發
時見歸村人 沙行渡頭歇
天邊樹若薺 江畔洲如月
何當載酒來 共醉重陽節
The
secret of it all is to write in a gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment -
to put things down without deliberation - without worrying about their style,
without waiting for a fit time or place……No prepared picture, no elaborated poem,
no after-narrative, could be what the thing itself is.
- Walt Whitman, 1890
Above
all, I craved to seize the whole essence, in the confines of one single
photograph, of some situation that was in the process of unrolling itself
before my eyes.
- Henri
Cartier-Bresson, “ The Decisive Moment “