Bad Weather Makes For Good Photography.

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.

I Know Some Photographs That Are Extraodrinary In Their Power And Conviction, But It Is Difficult In Photography To Overcome The Superficial Power Or Subject; The Concept And Statement Must Be Quite Convincing In Themselves To Win Over A Dramatic And Compelling Subject Situation.

One Of The Most Important Pieces Of Equipment, For The Photographer Who Really Wants To Improve, Is A Great Big Wastepaper Basket.

I Can't Verbalize The Internal Meaning Of Pictures Whatsoever. Some Of My Friends Can At Very Mystical Levels, But I Prefer To Say That, If I Feel Something Strongly, I Would Make A Photograph, That Would Be The Equivalent Of What I Saw And Felt.

I Think Photography Is Being Recognized And Collected. Its Values Have Certainly Gone Up And Continue To Go Up.