He Sleeps Fastest Who Sleeps Alone.

I Think Charm Is The Ability To Be Truly Interested In Other People

I Am, And Forever Will Be, Devastated By The Gift Of Audrey Hepburn Before My Camera. I Cannot Lift Her To Greater Heights. She Is Already There. I Can Only Record. I Cannot Interpret Her. There Is No Going Further Than Who She Is. She Has Achieved In Herself Her Ultimate Portrait.

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. But Whenever I Become Absorbed In The Beauty Of A Face, In The Excellence Of A Single Feature, I Feel I've Lost What's Really There Been Seduced By Someone Else's Standard Of Beauty Or By The Sitter's Own Idea Of The Best In Him. That's Not Usually The Best. So Each Sitting Becomes A Contest.

If Each Photograph Steals A Bit Of The Soul, Isn't It Possible That I Give Up Pieces Of Mine Every Time I Take A Picture?

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.