I Say Half Jokingly That Photography Is

Privilege, If You're Very Strict, Is An Immoral And Unjust Thing To Have, But If You've Got It You Didn't Choose To Get It And You Might As Well Use It. You're Privileged To Be At Yale, But You Know You're Under An Obligation To Repay What's Been Put Into You.

Whether He Is An Artist Or Not, The Photographer Is A Joyous Sensualist, For The Simple Reason That The Eye Traffics In Feelings, Not In Thoughts.

Leaving Aside The Mysteries And The Inequities Of Human Talent, Brains, Taste, And Reputations, The Matter Of Art In Photography May Come Down To This: It Is The Capture And Projection Of The Delights Of Seeing; It Is The Defining Of Observation Full And Felt.

In Order To Put Meaning Back Into Our Lives, We Should Recognize Illusions For What They Are, And We Should Reach Out And Touch The Fabric Of Reality.

Somewhere In Our Search For Reality We Have Passed Something By, Something Important That We No Longer Find Amid The Bits And Pieces Of Disassembled Matter-something Vital That We Cannot Build Out Of These Parts. There Is Surely Something Else, Some Piece Of Divinity In Us, Something That Was Before The Elements, And That Owes No Homage To The Sun.