Others remember my father as a visual artist, a jazz pianist, and the man who called the fire department in the middle of the night and saved a neighbor's home (and the neighbor) from burning to the ground. I remember him as an amateur historian, a lover of knowledge, a man who always wished his own education had been more complete.

Photography opened the world to social analysis.

Artists express the way they see, and ask, through their creative work, if we are seeing what they do.

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