“ When I moved to Lexington in 1964 the poet Jonathan Williams wrote me that there was a photographer there who took pictures of children and American flags in attics. His name was Ralph Eugene Meatyard. He was, Jonathan insisted, strange. I had learned to trust Jonathan’s judgments. When he said strange, he meant strange… Photographs were handed around. We talked about them. But not Gene. For nine years I would see the new pictures as they were printed and mounted, always in complete silence from Gene. He never instructed one how to see, or how to interpret the pictures, or what he might have intended… He developed his film only once a year; he didn’t want to be tyrannized by impatience… ” - Guy Davenport