You Don't Take A Picture, You Make

The Disciples Are Drawn To The High Altars With Magnetic Certainty, Knowing That A Great Presence Hovers Over The Ranges ... You Were Within The Portals Of The Temple ... To Enter The Wilderness And Seek, In The Primal Patterns Of Nature, A Magical Union With Beauty.

It Is Increasingly Clear To Me That My Art Relates More And More To A Sublimation Of My Closeness To The Natural World, It's Events, Light Itself, And The Positive It Is A Personal Expression Based On Observation And Reaction, That I Am Not Able To Define Except In Terms Of The Work Itself.

I Hope That My Work Will Encourage Self Expression In Others And Stimulate The Search For Beauty And Creative Excitement In The Great World Around Us.

These People Live Again In Print As Intensely As When Their Images Were Captured On Old Dry Plates Of Sixty Years Ago... I Am Walking In Their Alleys, Standing In Their Rooms And Sheds And Workshops, Looking In And Out Of Their Windows. Any They In Turn Seem To Be Aware Of Me.

Photography Is An Austere And Blazing Poetry Of The Real.