I Never Went To A Photography School,

All Good Work Has Magic In It, And Addresses The Mind In A Subtle Way.

You Can Never Capture A Person In Picture, Never. You Might Get An Interesting Expression Or Gesture. I Almost Never Research A Picture Subject Ahead Of Time. I Think Karsh Is Full Of Baloney. Can You Imagine Spending A Whole Week Out In La Jolla With Jonas Salk Soaking Up His Ambiance, Then Wind Up Making Him Look As If He's In The Studio In Ottawa With His Thumb Under His Chin?

Then All At Once In Late August's Heat, Tall Leafless Stalks Crowned With Iridescent Pink And Purple Blossoms Burst From The Purgatory In The Earth. This Arcane Act Of Nature, Though Perceived By Us As Ordinary, Is A Manifestation Of Maya's Phantom Play, The Great Immensity Expressed In Every Way. My Garden Is The Universe. I Am The Universe. I Am My Garden. All Things Are The Same.

The Question Of Truth Is Forever In The Air, And People Look For It With Particular Fervor In Art.

I Never Went To A Photography School, Which Was My Saving Grace.