RH: I wrote him a letter in '66, then I went to Time-Life in [New York City] in '67. [At the building] something divine happened. Security guards were at each elevator checking everybody. I hesitated because I didn't even know where I was going or who I was going to see. Lo and behold, across the street a fantastically beautiful lady in a microskirt passed by and the guards ran to the window to watch her, and I slipped past when the elevator doors opened. I waited in the Time-Life lounge for Mr. Parks and, as I was waiting, it was like a who's-who of photographers walked through. The grandmaster Alfred Eisenstaedt spoke to me; the great sports photographer George Silk came through; and behind them, Gordon Parks. He came in and I had two boxes with 84 prints. He said, "I'll give you as much time as I can." After going through every one of my photos, he said, "I have a question for you. You don't like people do you?" I said, "I can take them or leave them." He said, "Well, you better take them because seascapes and trees and mountains don't [sell] pictures." That was the most important advice he ever gave me.