My Last Word S That It All

I Know That I Am One With Beauty And That My Comrades Are One. Let Our Souls Be Mountains, Let Our Spirits Be Stars, Let Our Hearts Be Worlds.

While The Photos At The D.m.v. (new York) Will Still Be Taken In Color, The Engraving Is Done In Grayscale, Hence The Ansel Adams Feel.

I Think We Can Not Categorize. Things Do Not Fit Into A Mold.

To Photograph Truthfully And Effectively Is To See Beneath The Surfaces.

Wilderness Is Rapidly Becoming One Of Those Aspects Of The American Dream Which Is More Of The Past Than Of The Present. Wilderness Is Not Only A Condition Of Nature, But A State Of Mind And Mood And Heart. It Cannot Be Confined To The Museum-case Status—seen Only As A Passing Diorama From Superlative Throughways.