Thanks for that precious moment, wgerrard... I enjoy HCB a lot... Not so much when I was younger... My admiration for him grows and grows... Some time ago I feel my photographs empty if they don't have a human content... Feelings... With every shot I ask myself, does this deserve paper? Years ago I enjoyed the beauty of light, a landscape, interesting composition, unusual things, studio shots, creating on my frame as on a blank canvas, describing a city, artsy nudes or portraits, or spontaneous ones, but now I see photography as a different thing... It takes me a lot of time and hard work to get one or two shots... In the last months I've been out for hours and some days I come back without having pressed the shutter one single time... Sometimes I wonder if I'm wrong, I'm haunting, 'cause lately I believe photography is just what HCB or Frank or Winogrand said... Basically I feel more dependant... A few years ago I could walk around with confidence, and I used to see visual material I was able to transform on my shots: I thought my skills and my emotions about things were enough to create a valid image, to create beauty... Those days are over for me, sadly... Now I need other people to express myself... Sometimes other people's feelings, sometimes other people's track on things, but that feeling of being an artist or someone who's got inside all that's necessary to create, just vanished, and now I feel I was wrong in the past. Now what gives me pleasure and tranquility lays in another place, not inside me... I want to preserve other people's feelings, not mine...