History Does Not Unfold: It Piles Up.

Darkroom Work Had, After All, Never Interested Me Except As A Means To An End; The Place I Wanted To Be Was Outside In The Light.

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

Many Have Asked, Pointing Incredulously Toward A Sweep Of Tract Homes And Billboards, Why Picture That? The Question Sounds Simple, But It Implies A Difficult Issue - Why Open Our Eyes Anywhere But In Undamaged Places Like National Parks?

All These Years You've Been Searching And Looking And Trying To Change Things, Trying To Add Thing Onto Yourself, Trying To Acquire Things When You Have Been The Source Of Everything To Begin With. Everything You've Been Looking For Has Been Within Yourself You Have Been That. You Then Begin To Surrender Everything To Yourself. You Surrender All Of Your Thoughts, All Of Your Feelings, You Surrender All Of Your Desires, All Of Your Wants To The Self. You Pull It In All Inwardly.

I Keep Calling It The I-thought. It's A Thought. There Is No I. This Gives You A Clue.