The Skies And Land Are So Enormous,

I Expect To Retire To A Fine-grained Heaven Where The Temperatures Are Always Consistent, Where The Images Slide Before One's Eyes In A Continual Cascade Of Form And Meaning.

There Are No Rules For Good Photographs, There Are Only Good Photographs.

There Are Always Two People In Every Picture: The Photographer And The Viewer.

We All Move On The Fringes Of Eternity And Are Sometimes Granted Vistas Through Fabric Of Illusion. Many Refuse To Admit It: I Feel A Mystery Exists. There Are Certain Times, When, As On The Whisper Of The Wind, There Comes A Clear And Quiet Realization That There Is Indeed A Presence In The World, A Nonhuman Entity That Is Not Necessarily Inhuman.

Knowing What I Know Now, Any Photographer Worth His Salt Could Make Some Beautiful Things With Pinhole Cameras.