All Photographs Are Accurate. None Of Them

I Always Prefer To Work In The Studio. It Isolates People From Their Environment

It's In Trying To Direct The Traffic Between Artiface [sic] And Candor, Without Being Run Over, That I'm Confronted With The Questions About Photography That Matter Most To Me.

How Many Pictures Have You Torn Up Because You Hate Them? What Ends Up In Your Scrapbook? The Pictures Where You Look Like A Good Guy And A Good Family Man, And The Children Look Adorable - And They're Screaming The Next Minute. I've Never Seen A Family Album Of Screaming People.

I'm Beginning To Feel Like This. Caught The Incredible Sunshine Just In The Nick Of Time Today On My Walk. The Wall Of Rain Approaching From The West Desert Was Pretty Spectacular, Too. Along With Being Gorgeous, It Was Sooo Muddy. Which Made Driving Home In No Shoes So Very Fun :) If Only I Could Post Photos Here! A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, Yes? If A Day Goes By Without My Doing Something Related To Photography, It's As Though I've Neglected Something Essential To My Existence, As Though I Had Forgotten To Wake Up.

My Photographs Don't Go Below The Surface. They Don't Go Below Anything. They're Readings Of The Surface. I Have Great Faith In Surfaces. A Good One Is Full Of Clues.