"For me, the Photographer's organ is not his eye (which terrifies me) but his finger: what is linked to the trigger of the lens, to the metallic shifting of the plates (when the camera still has such things). I love these mechanical sounds in an almost voluptuous way, as if, in the Photograph, they were the very thing -and the only thing -to which my desire clings, their abrupt click breaking through the mortiferous layer of the Pose. For me the noise of Time is not sad: I love bells, clocks, watches -and I recall that at first photographic implements were related to techniques bf cabinetmaking and the machinery of precision: cameras, in short, were· clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood."

[Roland Barthes - Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography]