My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, for the camera's eye may entirely change my idea. — Edward Weston
My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, for the camera's eye may entirely change my idea. — Edward Weston
My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, for the camera's eye may entirely change my idea. — Edward Weston
My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, for the camera's eye may entirely change my idea. — Edward Weston
My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, for the camera's eye may entirely change my idea. — Edward Weston
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My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, for the camera's eye may entirely change my idea.

— Edward Weston
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