Photography And Photographers Have An Inevitable Development.

We Were In The Shadow Of The Mountains, The Light Was Cool And Quiet And No Wind Was Stirring. The Aspen Trunks Were Slightly Greenish And The Leaves Were A Vibrant Yellow.

Art Is Both The Taking And Giving Of Beauty, The Turning Out To The Light Of The Inner Folds Of The Awareness Of The Spirit.

I Believe In Beauty. I Believe In Stones And Water, Air And Soil, People And Their Future And Their Fate.

My Last Word S That It All Depends On What You Visualize.

When I'm Ready To Make A Photograph, I Think I Quite Obviously See In My Minds Eye Something That Is Not Literally There In The True Meaning Of The Word. I'm Interested In Something Which Is Built Up From Within, Rather Than Just Extracted From Without.