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Of All The Sacred Places On The Coast, None Is More Comforting Than Where Rivers Join The Sea. By The River's Disappearance We Are Reminded Of Life's Passing, While By The Ocean's Beauty We Accept It, In A Hope We Cannot Explain.

. . .art Is A Discovery Of Harmony, A Vision Of Disparities Reconciled, Or Shape Beneath Confusion.

The Only Things That Distinguish The Photographer From Everybody Else Are His Pictures: They Alone Are The Basis For Our Special Interest In Him. If Pictures Cannot Be Understood Without Knowing Details Of The Artist's Private Life, Then That Is A Reason For Faulting Them; Major Art, By Definition, Can Stand Independent Of Its Maker.

I Have Asked Students At The Beginning Of Their Careers, What Things Of That Sort Might Haunt Them – What Things They Must Photograph, Things They Have To Try To Shoot Even Before They Master The Intricacies Of Making Dye Transfer Prints.

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.