The greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of people can talk for one who can think, and thousands can think for one who can see. To see clearly is poetry, philosophy, and religion - all in one.
I don't think of them, of any people, as "anonymous."
The quality of this connection, this relation to the world, is crucial, and is probably determined by temperament rather than by conscious choice (though certainly any kind of connection, once recognized, can be cultivated). At one extreme is the disembodied tasteful eye that sees only, the connoisseur of pure form. Such an eye is trapped forever on the surfaces of things, unable to penetrate beyond thin superficial charm. At the other extreme is the pure thinker, a mind so occupied with meaning and its consequences that the mere look of things counts not at all and cannot affect the shape of ideas forming of their own internal momentum. Somewhere between these extremes lies the kind of connection to the world favorable to the practice of photography as a medium.