My mother’s father, a painter and art teacher, wrote this about photography in a 1926 article for the Providence Journal:
“A camera used by an artist may produce a work of art; when it does, the camera becomes merely a tool of expression in the same way that paint and canvas, or copper plate and etching ink, are a means of creating art in other hands; the usual photograph is much like Dickens’s description of the dictionary – ‘Everything is there but there isn’t much plot.'”
I like that he didn’t turn his nose up at photography, respected it as an art form even though, as far as I know, he never owned a camera or took any photographs.
William Holland Drury in Riverdale, NY, painting the Hudson River (1950s)