And what my constitutional values are are wholly irrelevant to the job, and so neither you nor anyone else will know what they are.
I learned that the hardest party to pull off successfully is Saturday night dinner. This meal is expected to be elaborate: appetizers, first course, dinner, dessert, and coffee. People arrive at 7:30 or 8 p.m. and stay for hours - definitely past my bedtime - and they all go home exhausted.
The photograph itself doesn't interest me. I want only to capture a minute part of reality.