Five hundred years before the photographic camera, Leonardo drew birds in flight as if he were stopping time. Painter, engineer, anatomist and dreamer in one man — the mind closest to mine in all of history.
His notebooks are my lesson in looking: before he drew a hand, he took it apart into muscles and tendons; before he painted a river, he studied the whirlpools of water. Photography begins exactly there — with a curiosity that does not know the word “enough”.
When I look through a telephoto lens at a falcon in flight, I sometimes think of the man who, without any optics at all, understood flight from sketches alone. Genius needs no equipment. It needs only eyes that never stop asking.