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In Order To Put Meaning Back Into Our Lives, We Should Recognize Illusions For What They Are, And We Should Reach Out And Touch The Fabric Of Reality.

Color Tends To Corrupt Photography And Absolute Color Corrupts It Absolutely. Consider The Way Color Film Usually Renders Blue Sky, Green Foliage, Lipstick Red, And The Kiddies' Playsuit. These Are Four Simple Words Which Must Be Whispered: Color Photography Is Vulgar.

I Do Note That Photography, A Despised Medium To Work In, Is Full Of Empty Phonies And Worthless Commercial People. That Presents Quite A Challenge To The Man Who Can Take Delight In Being In A Very Difficult, Disdained Medium.

I Say Half Jokingly That Photography Is The Most Difficult Of The Arts. It Does Require A Certain Arrogance To See And To Choose. I Feel Myself Walking On A Tightrope Instead Of On The Ground.

Somewhere In Our Search For Reality We Have Passed Something By, Something Important That We No Longer Find Amid The Bits And Pieces Of Disassembled Matter-something Vital That We Cannot Build Out Of These Parts. There Is Surely Something Else, Some Piece Of Divinity In Us, Something That Was Before The Elements, And That Owes No Homage To The Sun.