...combining The Concrete And The Universal Is

The Thing That Keeps You Scrambling Over The Rocks, Risking Snakes, And Swatting At The Flies Is The View. It Is Only Your Enjoyment Of And Commitment To What You See, Not To What You Rationally Understand, That Balances The Otherwise Absurd Investment Of Labor.

Darkroom Work Had, After All, Never Interested Me Except As A Means To An End; The Place I Wanted To Be Was Outside In The Light.

I Want To Let You In On A Little Secret. There Are No Problems. There Are No Problems. There Never Were Any Problems, There Are No Problems Today, And There Will Never Be Any Problems. Problems Just Mean That The World Isn't Turning The Way You Want It To. But In Truth, There Are No Problems. Everything Is Unfolding As It Should. Everything Is Right. You Have To Forget About Yourself And Expand Your Consciousness Until You Become The Whole Universe. The Reality In Back Of The Universe Is Pure Awareness. It Has No Problems. And You Are That.

Almost All Photographers Have Incurred Large Expenses In The Pursuit Of Tiny Audiences, Finding That The Wonder They'd Hoped To Share Is Something Few Want To Receive.

The History Of Art Is Filled With People Who Did Not Live Long Enough To Enjoy A Sympathetic Public, And Their Misery Argues That Criticism Should Try To Speed Justice.