Photographs record the world, and the paper on which photographs are printed is a material I love. I move the fingers of my left hand slowly over the paper and the cutter knife I hold with the fingers of my right hand sinks softly into the print; sometimes I focus light on it with a magnifying glass. At those times I am filled with a sweet sense of satisfaction that comes from the feeling of holding the world in my hand, including the time, the persons, and even the mind and heart it contains.