Your Own Photography Is Never Enough. Every

The Suburban West Is, From A Moral Perspective, Depressing Evidence That We Have Misused Our Freedom. There Is, However, Another Aspect To The Landscape, An Unexpected Glory. Over The Cheap Tracts And Littered Arroyos One Sometimes See A Light As Clean As That Recorded By O'sullivan. Since It Owes Nothing To Our Care, It Is An Assurance; Beauty Is Final.

I Began Making Pictures Because I Wanted To Record What Supports Hope: The Untranslatable Mystery And Beauty Of The World. Along The Way, However, The Camera Also Caught Evidence Against Hope, And I Eventually Concluded That This, Too, Belonged In Pictures If They Were To Be Truthful And Thus Useful.

Always Remember Deep In Your Heart That All Is Well And Everything Is Unfolding As It Should. There Are No Mistakes Anywhere, At Any Time. What Appears To Be Wrong Is Simply Your Own False Imagination. That's All. But We Live In A Universe Of Brahman, Of Absolute Reality, Self -contained Consciousness, Where There's Perfection, Perfect Life, Perfect Bliss, Perfect Being. That Perfection Knows Nothing About Wrong And Right, Good And Bad, Happy And Sad. It Knows Only Itself As Perfection. And You Are That.

The Experience Of Life That You And I Have Is Pretty Much A Jigsaw Puzzle In The Box: Day-to-day Experiences Of Disconnected Pieces That Don't Seem To Justify The Efforts We Make Each Day.

Invention In Photography Is So Laborious As To Be In Most Instances Perverse.