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“It is no accident that the photographer becomes a photographer any more than the lion tamer becomes a lion tamer.”

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Dorothea Lange
Dorothea Lange

Dorothea Lange, born on May 26, 1895, and died on October 11, 1965, was a prominent American photographer. She is widely recognized for her photographs that documented the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl era, which have become enduring symbols of the 20th century. more

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