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For Me The Printing Process Is Part Of The Magic Of Photography. It's That Magic That Can Be Exciting, Disappointing, Rewarding And Frustrating All In The Same Few Moments In The Darkroom.

I Make Photographs And Still Make Photographs Of The Natural Environment. It's A Love Because That Was Part Of My Life Before I Was Involved In Photography.

I Find The Single Most Valuable Tool In My Darkroom Is My Trash Can

And The Camera Position, The Organization, Looking For Repeating Forms, Shapes, Trying To Set Up A Visual Rhythm Seemed To Come Very Natural. All Of A Sudden I Was In A Forest Of Aluminum And Steel Rather Than A Forest That We Might Think Of In A Traditional Sense.

"it Is Light That Reveals, Light That Obscures, Light That Communicates. It Is Light I "listen" To. The Light Late In The Day Has A Distinct Quality, As It Fades Toward The Darkness Of Evening. After Sunset There Is A Gentle Leaving Of The Light, The Air Begins To Still, And A Quiet Descends. I See Magic In The Quiet Light Of Dusk. I Feel Quiet, Yet Intense Energy In The Natural Elements Of Our Habitat. A Sense Of Magic Prevails. A Sense Of Mystery. It Is A Time For Contemplation, For Listening - A Time For Making Photographs. "