Great Black and White Photographers Part 3

What first caught my eye when seeing these photographs was how interesting they all looked. All of these photos were full of detail but simple at the same time. 

    As I peek outside my apartment window, I see a man standing on his windowsill with only foot. The only thing that's keeping him from falling is the one hand he's holding on with. I can faintly smell something cooking from inside his apartment and I can almost taste it myself.  I'm curious to know what he's trying to listen too but all I hear is the busy streets of cars bellow us. I feel the strong swoosh of the wind on my face, almost knocking the man down and I feel afraid for the man's life. 

    I see a man, a brave soldier fighting for our country. His face is covered in dirt and a cigarette hangs from his mouth. I can smell the scent of cigarette smoke lurking in the air. It's so strong I can almost taste it. All I hear is the loading of the guns and shouts from their commanders. I feel grateful for these people who are willing to protect us. 

I would like to create a powerpoint or a blog to share my thoughts and ideas about my photographer, W. Eugene Smith, with my classmates and the rest of the school.