As much as anything, I think that what has guided and sustained my work as a photographer is curiosity, the desire to see what something looks like as a photograph. I’ve always been fascinated by the “what it is, what it isn’t” factor of photography—how the literal can become figurative by changing the angle of view, the distance from the subject, or the light. Even though I, like so many photographers these days, practice digital photography, I rarely ever “manipulate” the image, other than what I normally did with “traditional photography.” Whenever I pick up the camera, I can’t help thinking of what Walker Evans said many years ago: “Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.”
Roger Pfingston is a poet and photographer whose work has appeared in a wide range of literary and photography magazines over the past sixty years. He has exhibited his work in numerous Midwestern galleries, and for twenty-five years he taught photography at the secondary level.