Synopsis

STANDING, as I do at present, in front of the partly opened gateway to that land of wonders—photographic discovery—I should like to begin my remarks, before looking through the narrow aperture, with a glance backwards, say twenty years, to what the science and art were then, and what they have since become, before we surmise what it—photography—may be twenty years hereafter. I mean to take up photography only where it s hands with my own work—painting—in the broad sense of the word, which, I may safely assert, is taking it nearly all round.