Art Depends On There Being Affection In

Part Of The Difficulty In Trying To Be Both An Artist And A Businessperson Is This: You Make A Picture Because You Have Seen Something Beyond Price; Then You Are To Turn And Assign To Your Record Of It A Cash Value. If The Selling Is Not Necessarily A Contradiction Of The Truth In The Picture, It Is So Close To Being A Contradiction—and The Truth Is Always In Shades Of Gray-that You Are Worn Down By The Threat.

The Thing That Keeps You Scrambling Over The Rocks, Risking Snakes, And Swatting At The Flies Is The View. It Is Only Your Enjoyment Of And Commitment To What You See, Not To What You Rationally Understand, That Balances The Otherwise Absurd Investment Of Labor.

I've Been So Lonely Trying To Become A Photographer. If I'd Known That Before, I Don't Know If I Had The Courage To Do It Again. You Get To A Point Where You Feel That You Have Something That Is Your Own. And If You Don't Find An Audience For It, You Are Going To Burst.

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.

A Lake That Is Noisy Cannot Reflect Anything