You Don't Take A Picture, You Make

Image Quality Is Not The Product Of A Machine, But Of The Person Who Directs The Machine, And There Are No Limits To Imagination And Expression.

Yosemite Valley, To Me, Is Always A Sunrise, A Glitter Of Green And Golden Wonder In A Vast Edifice Of Stone And Space. I Know Of No Sculpture, Painting Or Music That Exceeds The Compelling Spiritual Command Of The Soaring Shape Of Granite Cliff And Dome, Of Patina Of Light On Rock And Forest, And Of The Thunder And Whispering Of The Falling, Flowing Waters. At First The Colossal Aspect May Dominate; Then We Perceive And Respond To The Delicate And Persuasive Complex Of Nature.

The Whole World Is, To Me, Very Much "alive" - All The Little Growing Things, Even The Rocks. I Can't Look At A Swell Bit Of Grass And Earth, For Instance, Without Feeling The Essential Life - The Things Going On - Within Them. The Same Goes For A Mountain, Or A Bit Of The Ocean, Or A Magnificent Piece Of Old Wood.

The Piano Has Eighty-eight Keys, And You Have To Be Able To Play All Of Them. And The Range Of White To Black Is Analogous To The Eighty-eight Keys And You Have To Be Able To Play All Eighty-eight Keys In That Palette From White To Black.

Photography Has Escalated Almost Exponentially! It Is A Language Which Covers Almost Every Aspect Of Communication; Factual And Expressive.