You Don't Take A Picture, You Make

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.

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.

Art Is Both The Taking And Giving Of Beauty; The Turning Out To The Light The Inner Folds Of The Awareness Of The Spirit. It Is The Recreation On Another Plane Of The Realities Of The World; The Tragic And Wonderful Realities Of Earth And Men, And Of All The Inter-relations Of These.

Myths And Creeds Are Heroic Struggles To Comprehend The Truth In The World.

The Term Accessories Has Come To Include A Host Of Photographic Gadgets Of Questionable Value.