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Of All The Sacred Places On The Coast, None Is More Comforting Than Where Rivers Join The Sea. By The River's Disappearance We Are Reminded Of Life's Passing, While By The Ocean's Beauty We Accept It, In A Hope We Cannot Explain.

Are There Grounds Now And Then For An Unironic Smile?

Little Wonder That We. . .find The Old Pictures Of Openness - Pictures Usually Without Any Blur, And Made By What Seems A Ritual Of Patience - Wonderful. They Restore To Us Knowledge Of A Place We Seek But Lose In The Rush Of Our Search. Though To Enjoy Even The Pictures, Much Less The Space Itself, Requires That We Be Still Longer Than Is Our Custom.

Landscape Pictures Can Offer Us, I Think, Three Verities: Geography, Autobiography, And Metaphor. Geography Is, If Taken Alone, Sometimes Boring, Autobiography Is Frequently Trivial, And Metaphor Can Be Dubious. But Taken Together, As In The Best Work Of People Like Alfred Stieglitz And Edward Weston, The Three Kinds Of Information Strengthen Each Other And Reinforce What We All Work To Keep Intact - The Affection For Life.

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.